Dear New York,
While you are not the most dysfunctional relationship I've ever had, you certainly are my longest. Formally introduced back in December 2005, we rang in the New Year together, and from that moment, I knew we had something special. Our paths wouldn't cross again until years later. I'd become a different person by then; molded by the experiences college had afforded me. We re-connected that rainy summer of 2009, and I'd found my new future.
You showed me my dreams and how to get there, though, it hasn't always been Spring time cherry blossoms and colorful Autumn leaves. The ups, the downs, the back and forth, the love-hate relationship; it's tiresome and draining. But in the just the way we can feel it in the air when it shifts from Winter to Spring and Summer to Fall, you revive me, waking me up from hibernation and letting me cool off with a crisp breeze. You are an addiction, following every lull with a high, leaving me craving for that next revival.
We are that couple that breaks up and gets back together again, but when people ask how long it's been we never count the time in between. Happy almost 4 years, New York!
All my love xo JT
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