¿Qué importa el tiempo que ha pasado tras haberse querido, odiado y, quizá, vuelto a querer?
Han pasado quince años desde que Matt y Grace se conocieron en la residencia de estudiantes de la Universidad de Nueva York, donde él estudiaba fotografía y ella, música. Su amistad pronto se convirtió en un amor intenso y profundo, y del que ambos estaban convencidos de que duraría para siempre. Sin embargo, tras la graduación, sus caminos se separaron y pensaron que nunca más volverían a encontrarse.
Pero, un miércoles cualquiera, a Matt le da un vuelco el corazón cuando reconoce a Grace en el andén del metro, aunque se da cuenta demasiado tarde. Tras el encuentro truncado, Matt decide poner un anuncio de contactos en Craigslist con la idea de dar con ella, tomarse una copa juntos y ponerse al día de la última década y media.
Un romance intenso y apasionante sobre las segundas oportunidades, el tiempo perdido
y un amor que se niega a desaparecer.
ENGLISH DESCRIPTION
From the USA TODAY bestselling author of Sweet Thing and Nowhere But Here comes a love story about a Craigslist “missed connection” post that gives two people a second chance at love fifteen years after they were separated in New York City.
To the Green-eyed Lovebird:
We met fifteen years ago, almost to the day, when I moved my stuff into the NYU dorm room next to yours at Senior House.
You called us fast friends. I like to think it was more.
We lived on nothing but the excitement of finding ourselves through music (you were obsessed with Jeff Buckley), photography (I couldn’t stop taking pictures of you), hanging out in Washington Square Park, and all the weird things we did to make money. I learned more about myself that year than any other.
Yet, somehow, it all fell apart. We lost touch the summer after graduation when I went to South America to work for National Geographic. When I came back, you were gone. A part of me still wonders if I pushed you too hard after the wedding…
I didn’t see you again until a month ago. It was a Wednesday. You were rocking back on your heels, balancing on that thick yellow line that runs along the subway platform, waiting for the F train. I didn’t know it was you until it was too late, and then you were gone. Again. You said my name; I saw it on your lips. I tried to will the train to stop, just so I could say hello.
After seeing you, all of the youthful feelings and memories came flooding back to me, and now I’ve spent the better part of a month wondering what your life is like. I might be totally out of my mind, but would you like to get a drink with me and catch up on the last decade and a half?
