I loved Manhattan. Even with the thousands of tourists and lights that are almost always too bright. The sound of the city and the paint on the concrete pathways will never get old, though. It didn't matter who I was with, whether it was a complete stranger or anyone close to me. I was currently walking hand in hand with Luke and I enjoyed every single second of it.
"What about Mexico?" I asked Luke, clinging onto his arm as we weaved through the sea of people rushing by us.
"Well, I say if we're going to do this whole 'traveling the world' thing, we should visit places in our own country first then move out." He suggested, peering down at me. We'd been talking about future plans together, mostly weird things like if we'd ever have ten cats or not.
"That make sense." I sighed, stopping
