Amsterdam and I that’s a little bit like a bad breakup, a rather hopeless one, one that needs distance, a real distance for at least a year or two… and then, when you start thinking that you were finally over this past and very important love, the one that you wanted to last for ever, you run into each other on the street. It feels much less awkward than you thought it would. The hard feelings are gone; and there is still a lot of good from the past that you just had forgotten about or at least tried hard to forget. So, you end up having coffee over a cigarette or two, the coffee turns into some beers, almost without recognizing it you are flirting with each other, remembering more and more of the good stuff that you once had going, and before you know it, you end up in bed with each other.
For the past two weeks I’ve kind of been in that place with Amsterdam, and it felt, still feels good, at times divine. Of course, then again, there are moments when I remember why I left. Only now I know what I am missing, and my love’s faults considering his plenty of good sides feel excusable, something I could learn to live with. You can’t have it all, can you? However, you can have what feels closest to perfect that you've ever known... hmm... lots of thinking to do in the next weeks...
