He took me by the hand, and with his James Dean charm said, "The city is ours tonight" He tilted my chin with his right hand til my lips touched his, and with a wink and a smirk, he led the way into the sunset. He was a rebel without a cause in his leather jacket, and chelsea boots. He kept a cigarette behind his ear, he always said it was for later. As we walked down Soho, hand in hand, he spun me around, and grabbed me by the waist, we slow danced right there on the corner of Elizabeth and Spring. He looked me in the eye, and without speaking a single word, I knew exactly what he was thinking. We had this telepathic connection that I've had with nobody but him. We stayed out all night drinking, laughing, and exploring every nook and cranny of this City, until the sun rose. From dusk til dawn. Manhattan was ours, just for the night.
jacket, Thrifted Levi's