On our final date we sat in Washington Square Park, Murray’s bagels in hand. A saxophone player filled the crisp air with jazzy notes, a Christmas tree sparkled in the unseasonable sunshine, and an artist displayed his colourful wares. Over the past 24 hours, we had both shared more about our romantic histories and how this was the first time in a long while we had connected so much with someone from an app. Evan said, “Of course you live in London, there has to be something. Everything else is perfect.” When the time came, we both told each other that this was not goodbye.
Soon Camille was back from London, and we settled into a booth at the scene-y American Bar supping dirty martinis and discussing dates.
The Holiday starts with a monologue from Kate Winslet, where she talks about love and it’s “sheer power to alter and define our lives.” She talks of faded love, and love lost, and her own unrequited love – but she misses a vital type: the love that two women spinning on different but parallel life paths around the globe can share. Continue reading “That’s the love I found on this trip, and it’s better than I could have expected”