It’s not you, it’s me.
Dear New York City,
I think we need a break. I’m so sorry. I’m just feeling rather smothered, you know? I’m sure you feel the same way. We’ve been going hot and heavy for three years now…I’m just worried…what if there is something I’m missing. Like, what if I never experience another city and regret it for the rest of my life?
Look, I know this is all sort of crazy. And I truly do love you. But, I’m going to Paris. And possibly London. And definitely some cities in Germany. Probably a couple more cities in between. I’m leaving in sixteen days. But that doesn’t mean I love you any less, alright? I just need to get some more experiences before I’m ready to settle down.
No, please don’t cry…please? You won’t even notice I’m gone! And the time will go by so fast.
I’ll keep in touch! You know letters, email, FaceTime? All those things.
I don’t want to break up. I totally plan on...