for the love of Sex and the City

I love you, Steve. I’m sorry, I should never have said that. It’s just that… I love you and I fucked everything up and now it’s too late. I’m sorry I’m doing this. I’m sorry. Please don’t look at me.

Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate. Without them, what would shape our lives? Perhaps if we never veered off course, we wouldn’t fall in love, or have babies, or be who we are. After all, seasons change. So do cities. People come into your life and people go. But it’s comforting to know the ones you love are always in your heart. And if you’re very lucky, a plane ride away.

Sex and the City, 6.11, “The Domino Effect”

Later that day, the cream of New York gathered to toast the maiden voyage of my bus.

Mike: Hello? Carrie: Listen. I have a question. Of all the restaurants in Manhattan, why did you take Libby to Fung Wa? Mike: Well, it’s pretty obscure. There’s not much of a chance of running into anybody I know. Carrie: You mean it’s the kind of place men take women they don’t want to be seen with in public? Mike: Yes. It is perfect for that. Sorry.