A New York Kind of Love: Part 2
A short poetic romance story...
Hello lovely,
I hope you enjoy reading part two of a ‘New York Kind of Love’ as much as I enjoyed writing it.
These anonymous characters in my ‘Kind of Love’ series have taken up residence within my mind and I can’t stop thinking about how they are doing, how their lives are panning out… so much so, I’m longing to create a chapbook of their stories. One where romance drapes across every page. But for now, they will continue to wander in the depths of my creative subconscious until they are ready to leap onto the torn pages.
For context, this piece marks the beginning of our characters’ love story.
A New York Kind of Love: Part 2 — The Prologue
It was a whirlwind romance of late teens and early twenties, filled with endless college nights that spilled vivaciously into dawn.
Nights of kissing in the back of his old Cadillac, hands and lips inseparable—navigating the maps of one another. Music crackling in the background, the sun bursting through the windscreen, caressing her skin with a golden glow.
She was his favourite pastime.
12 a.m. picnics and stolen kisses under the stars. A bottle of cheap red wine and endless laughter in the back seat of his car. Wholesome nights spent together, viewing the world from afar.
Arguing ‘til dusk, and making love ‘til dawn…
Blossoming into early adulthood, their desires began to shift. Growing together, yet growing apart. Before they saw it coming, college became real life, love became distance, and two lovers became two old friends who only ever saw each other passing in the street—an exchange of fond smiles for what once was.
She was sentimental, so she walked amongst the rain to feel something as the drops brushed against her face. Feelings would arise as she thought of their time together, laughing at the movies, holding hands as the credits rolled by. She was sentimental, so she walked amongst the rain, reminiscing on times in the city where they kissed as the sky turned to gold. She was sentimental, so she walked amongst the rain to feel how much she missed him, and to make sure no one saw her pain.
He thought of her every now and then… when their song sprang through the speakers of a crowded grocery store, or her signature scent wafted by as he wandered through the bakery.
Funny how life can turn out so differently from what was once expected, he thought, gazing over at the woman he now claimed to love.
His heart had begun to drift, those initial feelings no longer engulfing him… but did they ever really? Or was it all just a trick of the light?
He started masking midnights with cold coffee, and mornings with merlot. Knowing she was the one, but she was just out of reach—the one that got away, he whispered.
The platform was always heaving at this time of day—anonymous souls sharing pockets of their days with passers-by.
A woman with the same chestnut hair and vanilla scent brushed past him at the station.
He didn’t believe in fate, did he?
Until the moment she turned around—his gaze locking with hers…
A flicker of light still shone behind his ocean-blue eyes. Do you still long to hold me on those dark winter nights? she wondered quietly.
But his smile was the only "yes" she needed, the only wisp of confirmation her heart desired.
He felt it too… the pull of their souls as they passed in the wind—two lovers bound for the same path after too many years of wandering in the dark—holding onto the wrong piece of the jigsaw while trying to make it fit in a space reserved for their first and only love.
Missed part 1? Check out the epilogue here.
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Sorry Jen - only just got round to reading this but am blown away - what an amazing, powerful story - very proud of you xxxx
Jenna this is gorgeous 🥰