Tale of Two Cities

[Whitegold_Dragon]

There are no two cities as unlike as these two. Unlike in everything: history, architecture, language and continent. The only thing that connects them – my everlasting, everyday-growing love.
One of the cities is mine by birthright and no force in the word can tell me that it's not mine anymore. You can't delete sixteen years of mutual love and happiness just because somebody told you so. Or because you are not living there anymore. Really, it's again from the poem by A. Galich: "Don't call me, my Home, to help you! Don't call me! I'll come by myself!"
The second one… It was mutual love at first sight. I was standing in the middle of the biggest crossroad I've ever seen in my life, understanding that my ten-year life-without-Home was ended. I found myself a new Home. And a new Love.
Now I'm back again to my life-without-Home. Again after six years of happiness I'm in the place I call "my private Purgatory"…

@темы: The Tale of the Two Cities

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[КДД]

and again, those two *are* love, esp. NYC, deserving much more than what felt like a one night stand...
...I can only hope to make the Purgatory that little bit more fun for thee.

[Whitegold_Dragon]

My dear, you're one of the few (and the first one after cats) who makes it somehow bearable.