This is for you

Today I am sitting in my room and thinking of Manchester. I am thinking of when I last went there. Manchester is on my mind for a number of reasons; some are quite involved and one is because I had my opinion that the city produces some of the coolest people I have come across confirmed, when yet another of its talented children cropped up in something I was reading: a short story to be exact, written by a gorgeous poet, about holiday romance. Thoughts of Manchester and fleeting connections have got me here, sitting, with This Is For You by Rob Ryan open in my lap. Thinking back to the shop I bought it in, sharing a joke with the cute, bookish guy behind the counter, and the day i bought it on, sharing more jokes, trying on hats, being silly, with another guy.