i miss

i miss:

-my walks back from Chaussée D'antin Lafayette, turning up that hill to rue de martyrs while listening to the radio on my phone when my ipod wasn't charged
-my 2 heaters, and what felt like bathing in my room
-my rose petal comforter
-my balcony door that wouldn't close, letting in a perpetual leakage of cold air
-the elementary school across the street which i wouldn't notice until i was naked and standing in front of the window
-the day viewed from my balcony, building tops blending in with the serene sky
-our kitchen's red floor
-eating tuna sandwiches with eggs and olives and corn from my favorite bakery Maison Lendemain in my living room, drinking green tea from Rose Bakery in cream cups with pastel stripes
-my cheap phone that reduced text messages to just yes, no, call me's and short banter
-my elevator, brightly lit, cramped and small, the awkwardness it induced whenever more than 1 person was in it
-my vintage gold keys
-dog poop everywhere
-that sketchy little alley i walked through every day to get to the 7 train at cadet
-having friends so open and accessible at all times, context-free, just happy, exploring, understanding, lost and immersing with you.
-unpredictability
-the cramped metros, different colored lines, vending machines with bueno bars and diet coke with high quality artificial sweetener
-carafe de l'eau and bread baskets at every meal
-conversations that flowed from alcohol and nights out in cabs back home
-knowing it was the NOW and that i still had time.
-knowing that life was perfect as it stood, and that if i died, i would have had no regrets.