A long overdue love letter

Times Square

Dear New York,

I’m writing because I know sometimes I can be bad at expressing how I feel about you. Life gets so busy (you, of all people, know how that goes), and well, those day-to-day banalities and frustrations of our relationship sometimes get in the way, but all those excuses aside, I really do need to tell you something, and make sure that you know…

I love you.

There. I said it. I know I should say it more often. But it’s true. I love you.

I love the way you’re always the same but always changing. I love your passion, how you’re equally excited about everything from indie music to corporate finance to Louboitin pumps. I love all the crazy people you invite around to spend time with you. You’re so good at inviting people in, welcoming everyone, and judging no one. Actually, that’s probably the thing I love most about you.

I love you because you’re absolutely, stunningly beautiful. But you know that… oh, yes, you know that. No one can ever accuse you of being humble, my dear New York. But I love that about you, too, your confident boldness. It inspires the same in me.

You and I both know that neither of us is perfect. You forget to clean up sometimes, and you can be busy and crazy and loud at all the wrong moments—just when I really need some peace and quiet. And let’s be honest; some of your parts are just more attractive than others. It’s OK, love. We all have our bad sides (ahem, Times Square) and our good (downtown). You’re not always the most sensitive guy in the room—I know you never mean to hurt me, but you do make me cry sometimes. Sometimes you’re just kind of hard to be around… But I keep coming back. I just keep coming back.

While we’re being honest, let me just say it—you know you’re not the only love of my heart. There have been other great loves, New York. I won’t deny that, nor will I deny that there will be more to come. But you, dear, were most definitely the first.  You will always hold a place in my heart.

And today, as we spent some quality time together, I just realized once again how grateful I am for you—for how spending time with you has made me dig deeper inside myself, dream bigger dreams than I ever thought possible, and … well, this is going to sound silly, but I’ll just say it. You’ve made me become a better woman.

Even as I write this to you, a little smile is playing across my lips. A secret little smile that you and I share. You make me smile, both inside and out, all too often. Thank you. For all the little things that only we share; for all the graces you’ve shown me; for all the journeys yet to come…

I love you, New York. I always will.


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