Of course I had to fall in love in New York as well. It was the fall of 2013 and the beginning of my greatest falls so far. I was living and studying in Manhattan and had just left my home country a for the first time in 23 years for what I thought would be for good. I was already imagining myself living in New York for the rest of my life, finishing my studies in Philosophy and Psychoanalysis, becoming a great scholar and even a practising psychoanalyst. But he came along. He was younger than me and at first I found him rather annoying. A boy: that’s how I continued to call him and think of him throughout our whole disastrous attempt some call an open relationship. It wasn’t a fling, it wasn’t even love, come to think about it. I was as lonely as one could be, he was already in love.