Love letter

Dear New York,

Well, we’ve been seeing each other for quite awhile now. I got my first crush on you when I was eleven years old, but I was just a child then. Who knew where life would take us? We continued to date on and off throughout the years, but I was always afraid to commit…you were just too much, too scary, too far. I knew it would never be an easy road, me and you…that we would have to work and fight for our relationship through the distance, the cold, the bitterness…and the timing was just never right for me.

But then last year, you began to win me over. Oh, I tried to fight it. I talked myself out of a relationship with you over and over again. We flirted fairly consistently while I dated my other boyfriend, Atlanta, and finally I began to see that after 12 years of fighting it, it was finally time to give you a chance. So after much heartache, tears and confusion, I broke up with the other and truly committed to you for the first time in my life.

And what a journey we have been on so far. They say when you know, you know…and I knew right from the start. “I knew the way you know about a good melon.” (sorry, When Harry Met Sally quote) The first three months have been, for the most part, sheer bliss…romantic evenings, fabulous dates to the theater, restaurants and the park, lovely sunny weekends roaming around together. Why did I battle a relationship with you for so long?!

But I must say, the honeymoon is winding down. It’s been raining for days now, can’t you make it stop? A very nasty woman yelled at me on the subway today, too, and I did not appreciate that. And wouldn’t it be possible for me to go to a restaurant every now and then that will serve me free refills?? But those things are just mere lovers’ quarrels, I suppose…after all, nobody’s perfect.

So this, New York, is my love letter to you. You have been faithful to me through my highs and lows throughout the years, and now I am finally yours and you are mine. I must warn you, though…someday I will have to leave you, for I know in the end, Atlanta (“the ex”) will be the one for me. But what a fling it will be…and when the time comes, we can still see each other long-distance, right?

xoxo,
Jamie

Carrie: “You’re never alone in New York…it’s the perfect place to be single. The City is your date.”
Miranda: “You’re dating the City?”
Carrie: “About eighteen years...We’re getting serious, I think I’m in love.”