My dear New York,
It's hard to say goodbye. I loved you before we even met -- when I was much too young for you. All it took was a picture of you, hearing "Live from New York!" every Saturday night, even Home Alone 2 made you look good. I was hooked. And when we finally did meet in 2002, I was a naive 18-year-old, but I knew things would be serious right away. You were home for my most formative years. You brought so many amazing experiences, opportunities and people, even my husband, into my life. When I left you the first time, it didn't feel final. I just couldn't quit you, and you kindly welcomed me back after a three-year absence. You were as magical and exciting as ever, but I just couldn't keep up with you anymore, and now seems like the right time to close the chapter on this on-again, off-again love affair. It's not you, it's me. I'll always love you though, New York.
Your wide-eyed admirer,