sacred new beginnings on 𝘾𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙖 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩
(a short story about Cornelia Street by @taylorswift)
He was probably walking down the street to the bar wondering how the night would end. It rained, but not enough to cancel the plans, it was an autumn rain, and the fog favored our plans to go unnoticed, I guess. The rest of the night was imaginable, so long without feeling anything new. Finally, we were in the backseat drunk on something stronger than the drinks in the bar, I don't know what it was, but it was stronger.
I rent a place on Cornelia Street. I say casually in the car while looking at him, it was casual, but I planned it since I rented the apartment. And when I first walked through that place I thought we were a fresh page on the desk filling in the blanks as we go as if the street lights pointed in an arrowhead leading us home, it truly felt like being on the road going to the right place, but somehow the road was still a dangerous place for those street lights, but as I once said nothing safe is worth driving, but we were backseat.
And I hope I never lose you, I hope it never ends, otherwise I'd never walk Cornelia Street again, I’d never feel the same again, cause that’s like tearing up our pages and the entire desk and also that's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend. I'm so confused about it, I hear the cries of my city and baby I get mystified by how this city screams your name, my city is devastated euphoric, wild and tortured, but i'm not there and that's why I'm so terrified of if you ever walk away, if this ever happens, I'd never walk Cornelia Street again.
Living in that apartment in autumn was putting the mosaics of heartbreak back together and when rain stopped windows swung right open with that autumn air and we could breathe, finally. The afternoon ended and we didn't finish playing our game and while you were sleeping, I realized that the jacket around my shoulders is yours now.
That was everything, the next month it started rain again, so we bless the rains on Cornelia Street, I started to remember everything; memorize the creaks in the floor back when we were card sharks, playing games, sleeping together, and wondering if we're dreaming of each other. And once again I blew things out of proportion and put you in jail for something you didn't do, without thinking I thought you were leading me on and I packed my bags, left Cornelia Street before you even knew I was gone. But then you called, showed your hand and I pinned it behind your back, but I realized that you were free and just like me, blue, confused, lonely, devastated by echoes of the past. In the same way I turned around before I hit the tunnel and we’re spending up sat on the roof drinking beer out of plastic cup. You and I.
And like every piece of that fractured memory of past, it comes back to remind me but this time I say to myself again I hope I never lose you, I hope it never ends, otherwise I'd never walk Cornelia Street again, I already walked away once and I truly felt that's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend. And in my escape I get mystified by how this city screams your name, but knowing I'm not your favorite town you called my name and now me knowing everything I'm so terrified of if you ever walk away, if this happens, I'll never walk Cornelia Street again.
The years passed, we returned to that place casually and then you hold my hand on the street walk me back to that apartment, years ago, we were just inside, drunk, taking off our wet clothes, opening windows, playing games, sleeping together, watching the rain fall, watching us walk away and barefoot in the kitchen sacred new beginnings. That became my religion and now please listen: I hope I never lose you, I'd never walk Cornelia Street again. Never again
After so much history and after how I get mystified by how this city screams your name and how I'm so terrified of if you ever walk away, even now I don't wanna lose you and hope it never ends.
I rent a place on Cornelia Street. I say casually in the car.
