I fell in love with Lisa 8 months ago when I was crashing with her and Theresa in Tribeca for a week before I could move into my apartment in West Village. She came home from work when I was taking a jet lagged nap the same day as I arrived, storming into the apartment shouting “Hey girl!” in her thick German accent. We didn’t know each other more than having been in school together for one summer, but we never hung out. She handed me a cigarette and we sat down by the table and smoked. It took me about 5 minutes to realize that the two of us were meant for each other.
Tomorrow she’s moving back to Germany and I feel like I might as well go live under a stone, because that’s about as fun as this place is gonna be without her. She’s been my person here. The one I could always hang out with if I was bored on a Tuesday evening, the one who told me to pull myself together if I was freaking out about something unnecessary, the one I could complain to for not doing number 2 for three days, the one who danced with me every weekend, the one I could discuss the Kardashian’s with as if it was neuro science. You know?
I was listening to Beast of Burden on my way home from hers tonight as I entered yet another long distance relationship with yet another friend. I got drenched in the rain while listening to our song, thinking this might as well been taken straight out of a sad romantic movie in the 80s.
I love her so and I’ll miss her even more.