Dear New York,
We broke up some time ago, but I never really let you go. I'm writing you this letter because it's time for me to move on. We've already been through the whole "it's not you, it's me" bit and I'm pretty sure the crying and the begging part is done now too, right? That was embarrassing, but breaking up is hard to do. Gosh, I was so young when we met. Remember that awful haircut I had? It's amazing that you even wanted me. That's the thing about you though. You give everyone a chance. You were so intimidating to me and even though I thought I was totally cool, you were all, "you have GOT to stop saying excuse me on the subway" and I toughened up and we fell in love.
We've been through a lot, you and me and boy, did we have some good times. We fought a lot in the beginning, but you were so different from everything I knew. You introduced me to so many amazing people. Many who have become my best friends. At times it's hard to see those people, because they remind me so much of you.
My mother never wanted us to be together, but thank you for always being so nice to her and showing her a good time when she came to visit. Sometimes I think she wished that she'd met someone like you when she was young. I know I complained and nagged too much and for that, I'm sorry. I'm also sorry that I left you after that awful day in September. I was scared. When I came back home I really felt close to you and even though you were hurting, you helped me be brave.
I'm sorry that I took you for granted. It's awful how I never fully appreciated your diversity, your ability to party all night and how you always let me read a book on my way to work. You didn't even care if I drank before noon. We were good together and I swear, I never cheated on you with San Francisco.
Things were not perfect though. You were incredibly impatient, smelled bad and it was so annoying how you always needed money. I couldn't leave the house without spending $20. My future is somewhere else now and so this is goodbye. Thank you for the memories. I know you were probably just trying to get with my sister anyway.
I hope we will always be friends.
Love,
Andrea
P.S. I made you a scrapbook of our love.
