170. The Man Who Almost Breaks His Own Rule

Roman

The message sits on my screen like a live wire and I keep looking at it as if I still can't believe that it's true.

Three sentences. No explanations. No history attached, except… all of it.

>I’m in New York.

I’d like to see you.

Today, if you’re willing and free.

For eight years, restraint has been my religion and now it wavers.

My thumb hovers over the screen. I don’t breathe. I don’t blink. I don’t trust my body with movement ...