New York- I Love | You

You are not a city of easy love. You are loud, impatient, often indifferent. You charge too much for coffee and never apologize for the subway delays. But somehow, that’s exactly why I love you.

You are messy, glorious, impossible, and relentless. And even when I leave—when I swear I’ve had enough—you pull me back. Always. New York- I Love You

I love you in the way the steam rises from a manhole cover on a frozen January morning. I love you in the slant of golden light between skyscrapers at 4:47 p.m. You have taught me that solitude and togetherness can exist on the same crowded sidewalk. A million strangers, each living their own private movie, yet for one second—our eyes meet on the F train, and I feel less alone. You are not a city of easy love