I'll be there as soon as I can, but I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before.

Somewhere in the city, a man is lying in his bed, doing nothing for no apparent reason. The active principle that should fuel his soul is somewhat at an ebb, and the mere knowledge of this galls him. Let's call him, this man, let's call him 'I.'
Get up. Walk. Move. Do something. And so he did, just as these very thoughts percolated through the recesses of his mind. Let's get physical, let's go places, see faces, hear voices and everything else. And so he did.
And as he walked through these streets, these streets he know so well, streets he's known since he was a small child, he feels justified. It's like the city is finally welcoming him back after a lengthy absence, and now, just like a whore, she spreads herself for him. But he is a tender lover, this man. For he knows where to go, he knows all the little tricks, he knows where he can find pleasure and give it in return. The city knows this, and leads him on.
By now he must have walked miles and miles, but there are so many more left to go. And on he walks.
Hours and hours pass, and on the shade of a tree in a park by the river, he rests for a while. The shade protects him  from the searing sun, and invites just a little bit of drowsiness. He sleeps, beneath the tree, for a little while.
After a time, his eyes open, and as he looks to the sky, he senses the onset of evening. His stomach rumbles in protest, and he decides to make his way somewhere, but not home, not yet. A meal will do him wonders, and he knows just what he wants to get.
He walks some more, but not long thereafter his muscles tell him that it would be wiser if he were to find an alternate means of transportation.
I. looks for the nearest bus stop, and a few minutes later he's making his way downtown. Downtown, where all the action should be, should there be any kind of action in this place. But in this light, and in this evening? It's just what he needs.
It's not really a long trip, and his feet guide him to where he wants to go. Uphill he goes, and past all the fashion stores with impossible slim people, past the trendy cafes and restaurants, past the slightly - and the disturbingly early - drunks, and onwards to the narrow streets that will soon be packed with people. But not yet. For now, it's still a bit on the empty side, but that only serves his purposes better. He was listening to music on his mp3 player, new musics, the kind of music that can be safely ignored, the sort of music to which you still have no attachment to, and in a very good way, it distracted him.
So much so that completely by accident he bumped into a couple of people that were coming his way, and just as he was about to apologize, he realizes into whom he had just bumped into.
'Oh. It's you', he said, with a little, little smile. The girl smiled back, and said, 'Yep. It's me.'
A second of protracted silence went by before she spoke again. 'Yeah, and this is. This is J. He's my.. huh.. boyfriend'.
OK, he thought. Bound to happen sooner or later. 'Hi', he said, 'I am I.'
J. broke into a wide smile, and said 'Oh? So you're I., huh? Heard a lot about you.'
'Yes, I am I., and all you've heard about me? Everything is true, I'm said to say.'
'Well... huh...', J. stammered, but before he said anything else, silence cut in once more. I. said, 'Yeah, it's been great, but I really gotta go.' He looked at the girl, and said, 'I am really happy for you, I really am.'
He squeezed her hand tight, swallowed hard, and turned to leave.
As he waved goodbye, he saw her looking back in regret, he thought. Anxiety and a bout of sadness propelled him onward.
In his depths, deep down, he really was happy. She had moved on, and that, in a sense, made him feel more at ease. It was all that mattered, really - her happiness.
He had finally reached his destination, and sat down awaiting for his deserved meal to be served. He ordered a bottle of wine, and drank it eagerly.
That night he went home with her on his mind. As he got in his bed, he felt his mind racing. The wine probably didn't help it, and he knew that he'd have the dreams again tonight. But that's ok, he's had them for years now.
Only tonight... tonight they'll be even more vivid, and he knew that tomorrow when he woke up, the certainty of his love would drive him to tears.