New York City.
You've been my home for the last three years.
We've come a long way - I met you eight years ago and one has to admit, it was love from the first sight. I came all this way to live with you, to explore you, to learn you. It was the craziest, busiest time of my life, and I haven't wasted a single minute with you - and you know it.
I learned to love you and hate you.
I love you because I feel safe with you.
Because you inspire me.
Because I miss you.
Because you're not perfect.
Because you change.
I love you because I am never bored with you.
I love you because I am proud of you, and because you accepted me.
I hate you because you're harsh on people, which makes them harsh on one another.
I hate you because you're a transit station - although the best one in the world.
I hate you because for most of us you're a stopover, not a final destination. You know it's true, don't deny it.
I hate you because relationships, friendships, everything here is bound to be temporary. Don't deny it.
I hate you because you demand so much from me that I forget about others.
I hate you because too often you loose yourself in the glitz you're famous for.
I hate you because sometimes you're bringing me down.
I hate you because despite all of the above I already miss you.
And now I am wondering and don't know what to think - will you let me go, or will I have to come back to you...?
New York City - HOT
