The Lion Queen, Going round the concrete jungle III: Sam-Part One

Alone, once again... Natural, totally natural. As if I were cursed or something. I was able to cope the situation I passed with Jude. And, my department, was full of conversations, non-significant words, and a lot of cigarette smoke... or smell should I say?Whatever... two weeks after my "break" with Jude, an old boyfriend called me. It was Sam, one of my firsts boyfriends... Sam was... special? I don't know, he had something. Of course, he was totally intelligent. Because when I was younger, I used to spend my time with clever people. Well, let's go to the point: I was a freak. And Sam was a rare, an intelligent and vague one. You know, the kind that are always making themselves piercings, tattoos and things like that, people who live in their own worlds, and listen to bands like Nirvana, and The Velvet Underground & Nico... Do you know what I mean? Never mind. The thing is... I loved Sam, he was funny, and we were more like brothers, or friends, or, whatever... We used to spend a lot of time together, my mother loved him(Because of the school califications and all that, moreover, he was a very nice guy).
Okay, back to where we started... He called me, telling me he was coming to Manhattan (if you didn't know, I live in Manhattan, New York) and actually, asked me to stay a few days at my department. Of course I said... YES! How was I going to say no? (Note: My mind told me a lot of hurting words, for saying "yes" to Sam's question... You know, two weeks ago, I had a very bad situation with Jude, I didn't need a new one...) And well, Sam was coming to my home. He was going to stay, and as far as I knew, he didn't have a girlfriend.
It was Friday, and we were in full summer. Sam called me, at... six p.m., telling me he was near to my department. And fuck... You know how silly I am. I wasn't prepared to receive him, I had forgotten of all that day, and I had a little time to dream in the afternoon. So, I got up as quick as a rocket, I had a shower... and... OH MY GOD! I didn't know what to wear! Fucking shit! Allright, this was easy... I only had a few minutes untill Sam came to my doorstep. And, well, ladies and gentleman, here is the living reflection from a dream: Miss Tangerine. I showed up at the door when he called me. And there he was... Perfect, intelligent, rare, vague, as ever. The old and unforgettable Sammy.
Hey Tangerine, long time since the last time I saw you... You look... beatiful, as ever.-Was this real? Was this MY Sammy? And was he really saying to me all those things?!
Sam...Yeah, it's been a long time. You look pretty too... I've missed you, Sammy.-"I've missed you"? Okay, here I go again with my stupid comentaries.
I've missed you too Tan, France doesn't compare with your lovely Manhattan, and none of the french women compares with you.-Alright, he was worst than me... But, the problem was that I knew myself, and he didn't.

And there we were, at my doorstep, in the lovely night light of my lovely Manhattan. Two former lovers, two strangers who knew each other. My new adventure was there.

By Morena Tangerine Romero.-