{"id":3121,"date":"2025-12-20T15:23:50","date_gmt":"2025-12-20T14:23:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/on-love-travel-reflections\/"},"modified":"2026-04-10T11:29:03","modified_gmt":"2026-04-10T10:29:03","slug":"on-love-travel-reflections","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/en\/on-love-travel-reflections\/","title":{"rendered":"on love, travel reflections"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style='text-align:center' class='yasr-auto-insert-visitor'><!--Yasr Visitor Votes Shortcode--><div id='yasr_visitor_votes_d2b613ac5b6cf' class='yasr-visitor-votes'><div class=\"yasr-custom-text-vv-before yasr-custom-text-vv-before-3121\">Click to rate this post!<\/div><div id='yasr-vv-second-row-container-d2b613ac5b6cf'\r\n                                        class='yasr-vv-second-row-container'><div id='yasr-visitor-votes-rater-d2b613ac5b6cf'\r\n                                      class='yasr-rater-stars-vv'\r\n                                      data-rater-postid='3121'\r\n                                      data-rating='0'\r\n                                      data-rater-starsize='24'\r\n                                      data-rater-readonly='false'\r\n                                      data-rater-nonce='57493fa7f2'\r\n                                      data-issingular='false'\r\n                                    ><\/div><div class=\"yasr-vv-stats-text-container\" id=\"yasr-vv-stats-text-container-d2b613ac5b6cf\"><svg xmlns=\"https:\/\/www.w3.org\/2000\/svg\" width=\"20\" height=\"20\"\r\n                                   class=\"yasr-dashicons-visitor-stats\"\r\n                                   data-postid=\"3121\"\r\n                                   id=\"yasr-stats-dashicon-d2b613ac5b6cf\">\r\n                                   <path d=\"M18 18v-16h-4v16h4zM12 18v-11h-4v11h4zM6 18v-8h-4v8h4z\"><\/path>\r\n                               <\/svg><span id=\"yasr-vv-text-container-d2b613ac5b6cf\" class=\"yasr-vv-text-container\">[Total: <span id=\"yasr-vv-votes-number-container-d2b613ac5b6cf\">0<\/span>  Average: <span id=\"yasr-vv-average-container-d2b613ac5b6cf\">0<\/span>]<\/span><\/div><div id='yasr-vv-loader-d2b613ac5b6cf' class='yasr-vv-container-loader'><\/div><\/div><div id='yasr-vv-bottom-container-d2b613ac5b6cf'\r\n                              class='yasr-vv-bottom-container'\r\n                              style='display:none'><\/div><\/div><!--End Yasr Visitor Votes Shortcode--><\/div><div class=\"wp-block-image is-style-rounded\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"751\" src=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Screenshot-2025-12-20-alle-16.24.50-1024x751.png\" alt=\"@Valdemar von Kazak\" class=\"wp-image-3123\" srcset=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Screenshot-2025-12-20-alle-16.24.50-1024x751.png 1024w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Screenshot-2025-12-20-alle-16.24.50-300x220.png 300w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Screenshot-2025-12-20-alle-16.24.50-768x563.png 768w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Screenshot-2025-12-20-alle-16.24.50-1536x1126.png 1536w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Screenshot-2025-12-20-alle-16.24.50-1920x1408.png 1920w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Screenshot-2025-12-20-alle-16.24.50-720x528.png 720w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Screenshot-2025-12-20-alle-16.24.50-580x425.png 580w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Screenshot-2025-12-20-alle-16.24.50-320x235.png 320w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Screenshot-2025-12-20-alle-16.24.50-1320x968.png 1320w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Screenshot-2025-12-20-alle-16.24.50.png 1926w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">@Valdemar von Kazak<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<p>I lift the window shade: a white sea of clouds blinds me. Gradually, my eyes adjust and I can make out the beginning and end of each cloud, as if they were individual waves. My gaze drifts toward the horizon: ahead of me, New York awaits.  <br\/><br\/>I had booked this trip for the previous Christmas, excited to share the holiday atmosphere of the Big Apple with my long-term ex. Unfortunately, due to a delay with her visa, I was forced to postpone the trip by a year to this Christmas. Too bad we broke up in April.  <br\/><br\/>For many months, I stared at the two tickets on my desk, unsure of what to do with them. Cancel everything and find a different destination? Invite another girl? Go alone?   <br\/><br\/>The weeks passed as relentlessly as sand in an hourglass, and plans kept changing shape, a bit like the clouds I&#8217;m flying over right now. I would have loved to go with <a href=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/en\/piccolina\/\" data-type=\"post\" data-id=\"2296\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\">Piccolina<\/a>, but she&#8217;s spending Christmas with her family. I had thought about bringing <a href=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/en\/the-sex-observer\/\" data-type=\"post\" data-id=\"2077\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\">Ninfetta<\/a>, looking forward to her big lips on my dick and her tender cuddles in the shadow of the Statue of Liberty, but she ran off with an emir (literally!). I had extended a half-invitation to DonnaGentile, a woman of great charm and pleasantness, but her thirty-two years have bent her mindset in unnatural ways like the spoon in the Matrix (meaning: she didn&#8217;t give it to me because she &#8220;wants to see if I&#8217;m serious.&#8221; And any interest vanishes when they try to manipulate me with sex). In the end, I decided to go alone, focus on myself, and leave myself free to find someone there. Then, when I head to Miami, maybe SexySherlock will join me\u2014the smartest woman I&#8217;ve ever met (and with a dream body).     <\/p>\n<div class=\"wp-block-image is-style-rounded\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"597\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/light_sexual_girl_by_toodeee_d8am352-fullview-597x1024.jpg\" alt=\"Travel photo - reflections on love\" class=\"wp-image-3151\" style=\"width:371px;height:auto\" srcset=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/light_sexual_girl_by_toodeee_d8am352-fullview-597x1024.jpg 597w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/light_sexual_girl_by_toodeee_d8am352-fullview-175x300.jpg 175w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/light_sexual_girl_by_toodeee_d8am352-fullview-768x1317.jpg 768w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/light_sexual_girl_by_toodeee_d8am352-fullview-896x1536.jpg 896w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/light_sexual_girl_by_toodeee_d8am352-fullview-1194x2048.jpg 1194w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/light_sexual_girl_by_toodeee_d8am352-fullview-720x1235.jpg 720w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/light_sexual_girl_by_toodeee_d8am352-fullview-580x995.jpg 580w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/light_sexual_girl_by_toodeee_d8am352-fullview-320x549.jpg 320w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/light_sexual_girl_by_toodeee_d8am352-fullview.jpg 1280w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 597px) 100vw, 597px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">SexySherlock is as hot as this. Maybe a bit less <em>teen<\/em>, but we&#8217;ll take it. <\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<p>I&#8217;d say this solo trip is the perfect opportunity for reflection. I&#8217;m listening to <em>Nuvole Bianche<\/em> by Einaudi and admitting a truth I&#8217;d rather deny: <strong><span style=\"color: #f50566;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">who knows when I&#8217;ll feel Love again!<\/span><\/strong> <\/p>\n\n<p>I&#8217;m not talking about the feeling of love itself: it&#8217;s part of who I am, with the girls I see (especially Piccolina), with partners and employees, with friends. I&#8217;m all love, you know that. The Magnificent <em>lovves<\/em> you!<br\/>I&#8217;m referring to Love with a capital &#8220;L,&#8221; the all-consuming kind, the kind that takes your breath away\u2026 the kind I felt with my long-term ex. I&#8217;m writing about it now, before time fades the memories, veiling those furiously bright colors with a patina\u2014that boiling lava that flowed inside me, that constant shift between suffocation and a deep breath.   <\/p>\n\n<p>If you&#8217;re a man (and your name isn&#8217;t Giulio), feel free to skip this post: it&#8217;s going to be terribly sappy&#8230; see you at the next raunchy story.<br\/>If you&#8217;re a woman (and your name isn&#8217;t Lella), dive into this maelstrom of emotions&#8230; maybe the next time you read my harsh and disenchanted words, you&#8217;ll sense the dying echo of an overly romantic voice.<\/p>\n\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">The heartbreak at sixteen and the flash in the pan<\/h2>\n\n<p>At 16, like everyone, I took my first hit (Elena). From there, something clicked in me, I told myself: <\/p>\n\n<blockquote class=\"wp-block-quote is-layout-flow wp-block-quote-is-layout-flow\">\n<p><em>Love that ignites immediately is a flash in the pan: it burns strong, majestic, and ends quickly. Maybe the right kind of love is more like the embers of a fireplace: slow, moderate, persistent. <\/em>.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n<p>This idea kept me away from Love for most of my life. I spent from seventeen to thirty-seven with the same person, who later became my wife. Twenty comfortable years with someone I cared for deeply, but with whom I never really let myself go. I ruined every romantic moment with jokes.   <\/p>\n\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">The bus and going all-in at thirty-seven<\/h2>\n\n<p>Then, at thirty-seven, I see a bus coming at me and I think.<em><br\/>&#8220;I have everything people desire: a solid and serious relationship, serene and respectful, a comfortable life, health, affection, and friends. I have the life grandmothers advise their grandchildren. But if this bus were to hit me now, I&#8217;d die feeling like I never truly lived.&#8221; <br\/><\/em>I can&#8217;t breathe. I dodge at the last second. <em><br\/><\/em>I bravely decide to say goodbye to my wife and start living. Love, still, isn&#8217;t an option: after all, how can I miss something I&#8217;ve never known? <br\/>I&#8217;m having fun. Then suddenly that sadistic jerk Cupid shoots his arrow. <br\/>Maybe it&#8217;s Pietro&#8217;s fault, my coach at the time, who &#8211; finding me stuck in the love department &#8211; makes me do an unlocking exercise.<br\/>Maybe it&#8217;s the (delightful) fault of becoming a bit better with girls and meeting <a href=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/en\/the-americanina-heres-how-it-took-me-20-years-to-find-love-and-2-weeks-to-lose-it-forever\/\" data-type=\"post\" data-id=\"107\">the Little American<\/a>: a super flexible twenty-one-year-old bisexual with a tough history.<br\/>The fact is, for the first time, I lose my mind, control, and dignity over a brief month-long fling.<br\/>I struggle to recover, but I&#8217;m no longer the person I was before: it&#8217;s like when Ted Mosby discovers bacon for the first time at thirty\u2026 he can&#8217;t live without it anymore. Not that I actively seek it out; simply, when I&#8217;m alone, I feel a strange, new anxiety. A void whose object I don&#8217;t understand.<br\/>And finally, she arrives\u2026 my long-term ex.  <\/p>\n<div class=\"wp-block-image is-style-rounded\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-full is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"791\" height=\"1010\" src=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/postcard_for_friend_by_waldemar_kazak_dczafkl-pre.jpg\" alt=\"Travel landscape - meditation on love\" class=\"wp-image-3131\" style=\"aspect-ratio:0.7831747948245199;width:457px;height:auto\" srcset=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/postcard_for_friend_by_waldemar_kazak_dczafkl-pre.jpg 791w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/postcard_for_friend_by_waldemar_kazak_dczafkl-pre-235x300.jpg 235w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/postcard_for_friend_by_waldemar_kazak_dczafkl-pre-768x981.jpg 768w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/postcard_for_friend_by_waldemar_kazak_dczafkl-pre-720x919.jpg 720w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/postcard_for_friend_by_waldemar_kazak_dczafkl-pre-580x741.jpg 580w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/postcard_for_friend_by_waldemar_kazak_dczafkl-pre-320x409.jpg 320w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 791px) 100vw, 791px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">The prettier they are, the crazier and more dangerous they are<br\/>@ Waldemar van Kazak<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<p>I look her in the eyes: she is danger personified. Beautiful, a Sex Goddess like no one after her, the incarnation of transgression and freedom. Intelligent. Sensitive. Funny. With all the relationship experience I never had. With my same hang-ups. A girl to be saved from herself. An accomplice in experimenting with different ways of living life. My baby to love and fill up.<br\/>There is only one way to have her: to love her without brakes.<br\/>Loving my long-term ex is like throwing yourself into a fire, doused in gasoline. It means giving up all security, tranquility, and peace. It means not knowing what tornado will hit you tomorrow.<br\/>It means happily drinking the poison that will kill you, hoping to rise to a new life after a sweet death\u2026 but without much certainty.<br\/>Until before, you thought you were the master of the world, calmly deciding lives and (professional) deaths. Now you&#8217;re here trembling, like a fool, in front of a little being weighing barely 50 kilos. I find myself an adolescent again, inexperienced in relationships and life.             <\/p>\n\n<p>They were 5 great years. And terrible.<br\/>5 years in which I reached the highest peaks of happiness. And the deepest abysses.<br\/>5 years that finally expressed a part of me I didn&#8217;t even know I had. And left me with post-traumatic disorders, like those who returned from Vietnam.   <\/p>\n\n<p>There are many things I wish to forget. But some I hope to remember forever: <\/p>\n\n<ul class=\"wp-block-list\">\n<li><strong>The incredible happiness. I was so happy that I found myself praying to God: <\/strong> &#8220;Please, <em>don&#8217;t<\/em> ever take this beautiful thing away from me! Don&#8217;t let it end. Make it last forever!&#8221; And I&#8217;m an atheist\u2026  <\/li>\n\n\n\n<li>When I went around to the girls I was seeing to break up with them. And I said to my long-term ex: &#8220;<em><strong>You<\/strong><\/em> do whatever you want, from now on I&#8217;m only seeing you!&#8221; The attraction to her was so strong that I could no longer feel pleasure, not only with other women, but\u2026 not even with porn!  <\/li>\n\n\n\n<li><strong>Being looked at as if I were the most beautiful thing <\/strong>in the world. For various reasons, I have a deep need to be truly seen. My long-term ex looked at me and loved not only my strengths, but also my flaws.  <\/li>\n\n\n\n<li><strong>The incredible, endless sexual chemistry:<\/strong> 5, 6, 7 times a day, every day, for three years!<\/li>\n\n\n\n<li><span style=\"box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;\"><strong>The first time we managed &#8220;<\/strong><em><strong>to make love&#8221;<\/strong><\/em>: I proposed yet another fantasy, she looked at me, completely lost in love, and said sweetly: &#8220;<em>No. Just you and me <\/em>&#8220;.<\/span>  Repeating to me with all the love in the world how beautiful I was, how much she loved me. I was so overwhelmed by love that I was paralyzed: I couldn&#8217;t respond with the same intensity. <\/li>\n\n\n\n<li><strong>The endless evenings on the couch, talking, singing, dancing.<\/strong>  The most beautiful journey I&#8217;ve ever taken was on that couch, getting to know each other. I wanted to know everything about her. <\/li>\n\n\n\n<li>That time, just before we got together, I told her: &#8220;<strong>I&#8217;m yours. I surrender. Do with me what you want. Destroy me if you want, I won&#8217;t resist   <\/strong>&#8220;<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<div class=\"wp-block-image is-style-rounded\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"683\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/ChatGPT-Image-20-dic-2025-17_45_46-1-683x1024.png\" alt=\"Illustration for reflections on love while traveling\" class=\"wp-image-3173\" style=\"width:487px;height:auto\" srcset=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/ChatGPT-Image-20-dic-2025-17_45_46-1-683x1024.png 683w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/ChatGPT-Image-20-dic-2025-17_45_46-1-200x300.png 200w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/ChatGPT-Image-20-dic-2025-17_45_46-1-768x1152.png 768w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/ChatGPT-Image-20-dic-2025-17_45_46-1-720x1080.png 720w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/ChatGPT-Image-20-dic-2025-17_45_46-1-580x870.png 580w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/ChatGPT-Image-20-dic-2025-17_45_46-1-320x480.png 320w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/ChatGPT-Image-20-dic-2025-17_45_46-1.png 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 683px) 100vw, 683px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">The best moments on the couch: me, her, and Solomon<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<p>Of course, there&#8217;s also a lot of shit that I remember well. Things I will never accept from anyone again. Open wounds whose scabs are still painful.<br\/>There were moments when, more than a relationship, it felt like martyrdom. And, at every complaint, every time, for infinite times, Fil would repeat to me: &#8220;I told you to choose TetteDolci. You wanted X? And this is the result.&#8221; And I: &#8220;No, no, I want X!&#8221;.    <\/p>\n\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">The empty bottle<\/h2>\n\n<p>In April, I saw the person I had gone <em>all-in<\/em> on walk away.<br\/>I found myself being an empty bottle, unable to offer a drink to anyone.<br\/>Today I am gradually filling up, enjoying my single life.<br\/>And no! I wouldn&#8217;t go back.<br\/>I would never take X back (to whom I wish all the best possible). If you&#8217;re reading this\u2026 remember who you are, your value, and don&#8217;t throw yourself away!  <br\/>I wouldn&#8217;t want a relationship like the one I had again. But neither would I return to a relationship like the one when I was married. My love has such a high price that I&#8217;ll only give it to someone who&#8217;s off the charts.  <\/p>\n<div class=\"wp-block-image is-style-rounded\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"700\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/waldemar-von-kozak-gold-bullet-blue-700x1024.jpg\" alt=\"@ Waldemar von Kozan\" class=\"wp-image-3132\" style=\"width:465px;height:auto\" srcset=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/waldemar-von-kozak-gold-bullet-blue-700x1024.jpg 700w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/waldemar-von-kozak-gold-bullet-blue-205x300.jpg 205w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/waldemar-von-kozak-gold-bullet-blue-768x1124.jpg 768w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/waldemar-von-kozak-gold-bullet-blue-1049x1536.jpg 1049w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/waldemar-von-kozak-gold-bullet-blue-720x1054.jpg 720w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/waldemar-von-kozak-gold-bullet-blue-580x849.jpg 580w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/waldemar-von-kozak-gold-bullet-blue-320x468.jpg 320w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/waldemar-von-kozak-gold-bullet-blue.jpg 1264w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 700px) 100vw, 700px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Me shooing away the &#8220;<em>dirty ones&#8221;<\/em> who want to make me fall in love<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<p>I crave lightness. Suddenly, &#8220;Le plus beau du quartier&#8221; appears in the playlist, the song of the French Goddess. In the end, she and I are a bit more alike in this now: we both say we&#8217;re willing to fall in love, but\u2026 we actually avoid it. We know that for us, love has such a high price that it really has to be worth it. Hers is more economical, mine more emotional.<br\/>So, I think I&#8217;ll commit to the diet and become &#8220;The most handsome in the neighborhood&#8221; too. Maybe an anonymous blogger will write about me, calling me &#8220;The Sicilian god&#8221; haha. Not knowing that the deepest desire of every goddess and every god is\u2026 to be just a mortal.      <\/p>\n\n<p>My eyes are veiled, and I avoid the flight attendants who insist on bringing me champagne. 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[Total: 0 Average: 0] I lift the window shade: a white sea of clouds blinds me. Gradually, my eyes adjust and I can make out the beginning and end of each cloud, as if they were individual waves. My gaze drifts toward the horizon: ahead of me, New York awaits. 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[Total: 0 Average: 0] @Valdemar von Kazak I lift the window shade: a white sea of clouds blinds me. Gradually, my eyes adjust and I can make out the beginning and end of each cloud, as if they were individual waves. My gaze drifts toward the horizon: ahead of me, New York awaits. I had booked this trip for the previous Christmas, excited to share the holiday atmosphere of the Big Apple with my long-term ex. 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