...by the time you read these lines I'll be gone...

Dear New York,

I love you...as a city. But, I'm not in love with you anymore.

I thought we'd be together forever. I imagined growing old with you walking down your streets and watching us both change and grow...And, really, who knows? As our paths have diverged for now, maybe someday we could be together again. But, for now...it's best if I leave you.

Every time I see you with your other lovers, I realize you love them in a way you don't love me anymore. They're lucky to have you, and I can't say I'm not jealous when I see you together.

It's not you, it's me. I think we both know that we've been growing apart for a while now. My heart used to race at the mere thought of you, spending late nights alone with you and days walking with you, you felt like home. But, then something changed, we grew apart. My path took me away from you, and it hurt that you didn't try to get me back.

I thought L.A. was a fling, but it's more than that.

I still think I see you everywhere, every movie, every tv show, you're always there, when I walk around the lot on lunch, I keep thinking I see see you in the city facades, and when I turn, you're gone. How can I get over you, when you're everywhere I go?

So, good-bye (for now?)

Love,
me