205 West 19th Street, Apt. 9FL
$12,500,000 | 4 Bedrooms | 3.5 Bathrooms | Co-op
Exquisite full floor loft cooperative consisting of 4 bedrooms, 3.5 baths and the most stunning entertaining rooms. The 360 degree views create a sun-flooded apartment throughout the day. The journey begins when you walk off the elevator into a large entry foyer. The loft is cleverly designed with the public rooms on one side and the bedroom wing on the other. The design of this loft is very modular, with pocket doors throughout, creating either intimate or grand scale entertaining. There is literally no wasted space as one room blends directly into another.
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La Piscine at Hotel Americano
518 West 27th Street (at 10th Avenue), New York, NY 10001
The rooftop is over the top sexy, full of model types and serves really potent drinks. It’s a bit snobby and the “pool” is laughable and we’ll be coming back!
Garden of Eden
7 East 14th Street (btw. Broadway & 5th Ave.), New York, NY 10003
A really beautiful and small market with a great selection of fruits & veggies. Come for lunch and grab a delicious sandwich. Come after 8pm and it’s half off the prepared foods.
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Right now, let me borrow you for a while. I want to write something about love but I can’t do that out of nothing. I need to feel love to be able to write about it… or at least I need to remember what it feels like to love.
Remembering you and remembering everything makes it easy for me to know what love is. I know it was love. I’m sure of it. But the thing is, do we remember the same things? Maybe not. I read somewhere that our memories become the truths we believe in. So maybe I remember that it was love… but you remember that it was just infatuation. And this is exactly why I hate “maybes”. Because although what comes after that word is the only thing that is being said, what lies beyond it is still as true as it is.
Millions and millions of times have I said that I am over you. And it’s true. But people would say I’m not just because I write about you. I just have too many memories of you that I can relate you to anything. But that doesn’t mean that I still love you. “I remember you” is not the same as “I love you.”
I secretly wish to meet you randomly along the road or anywhere in the future. I want to say hi to you. I want you to know that I’m doing fine and I’m happy. I want you to see me like this, being perfectly fine and whole again. I want you to see how much better of a person I am after I met you. I want you to see just how much you changed me.
You, yes you.
I’m talking about you.