It was the love and communication period of my journey in New York. Cat Power had just released a new cd and H~ had brought it home. Before the arrival of that cd at Suite 2C, there used to be respect and compassion but I cant recall with certainty any love and communication. Every sunday while I was bathing, H~ would sneak in my room and leave the Real Estate section of the New York Times on top of my bed. It was as if he wanted to remind me that I have to soon find a new place to sublet. But it wasnt about that. It was a speechless way of communication and his caring effort to support and love me in becoming even more stronger than I was without depending on any homy environment like his place.
Saturday 6am, year 2006 or 2007
Can you hear the noise?
It is H~ grounding the coffee. I cant stand this noise. It is only 6am and H~ is up and functioning. I am almost 30 years younger than him and all I can move at 6am is my pillow to cover my ears. He cant be grounding the coffee right now.
H~ : Did I wake you up?
M: Oh not at all. Are you kidding me? Wake me up..ha!
I had to wake up early. Besides it is a Saturday and I have plenty of errands to run. I said in a very cool, relaxed way as if I didnt want to show him that I could sleep for five more hours at least.
M: What are you doing today? I asked him as I was approaching from the kitchen area to his desk with my cup of coffee full. (Well since we had the coffee morning fix ready and warm, why not using it to function at 6am ? Oh, how much I did enjoy always that cup of freshly made coffee)
H~: I am leaving soon and have to go to several Fashion Shows. It’s Fashion Week. How about yourself?
M: I will do some errands during the day and then go to work at the restaurant. I will be back home late after work around 12 am. So, I suppose I will see you tomorrow morning.
H~ : You definitely will. And don't forget to read the Real Estate section tomorrow. I will leave it at your bed.
M: Thank you H~ . How thoughtful of you as always. I will. I promise to read it.
When I arrived home late after work all I was expecting was the next days; Real Estate Sections's silent communication of the “You need to move out”. To my suprise when I opened my bedroom door I found some gifts on top of my bed. It was a lolita Gift package that H~ had left for me from the Fashion Show goodie bags. There was a TShirt with a “Coca Cola Loves Fashion” print, a red lollipop and something else that I cant remember now. It must have been a note from him.
I thought about that part of my life and that beautiful love and communication moment because a friend of mine suprised me few days ago with flowers; a gesture that I would have never expected from a man so strong and solid like him.
Same way with H~
I could have never thought a man like H~ strong like a rock would be so soft inside.
If only I could go back to Ste 2C ~
just for few nights..to listen to the sound of the coffee being grounded early in the morning..to watch the Sunday 60" show on tv together with H~.
Love,
Garia
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