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“New York in the summer.”
Oliver sighs and takes a bite off his bagel. We discovered the shop during our first week here and now we made it a habit to include it to our daily route: A walk down the streets to the bus station, catching coffee and bagels, saying goodbye for the day. When Oliver picks me up in the afternoon, I sometimes carry a stack of notes or even a violin with me. One of my teachers found I had a thing with strings and so I´m trying.
When I finally understood that Oliver long had applied for a place at the NYU, it had been a revelation. We spent our last weeks at school planning and organizing, preparing and searching for a flat. Oliver took me to the prom and we had a real bad hangover for two days after that. But it´s been worth it. I even finished English Literature with a C ; I owe that one to Oliver. As well as he owes me his B in Scientific Class.
This year could not have turned out better. I had never asked for anything more, I had never wished or dreamt. But now it´s all come true.
And he´s here with me.
~ The End ~