Falling

"If San Francisco were your girlfriend, would you let her pick out your clothes? Could you go to a movie and cry together? Would you chase her, a femme fatale, into a hall of mirrors? Would you play detective, trailing her from the old de Young to Mission Dolores? Would you save her from a jump off the Golden Gate Bridge? Would you let her break your heart?"

It was just a glittering gem on the horizon. I'm not sure how i got here. Now here i am tangled in soft limbs and softer kisses: wind through the cyprus trees of the inner sunset, the endless dog parade of Dolores park, chocolatiers and Victorian hospitals. Its difficult to think of leaving...just yet...