I am sorry New York City, but I hated you at first.
You were cold and distant and too far from home.
It took me three attempts to come to my senses.
You can be harsh and busy and crowded - I like you anyways.
It's never going to be a romance, I think that's mutual.
Let's stay friends, have coffee together, stroll through little old streets and go skateboarding.
Thank you for not killing me on my bike, thank you for day time margaritas and thank you for all the donuts.