If you’re reading this, I’ve already left. Please don’t try to follow me. We’ve had some wonderful years together, but lately the relationship has felt like a chore. I’m sorry to put it so bluntly, but I really think it’s time I saw other cities.
It’s not you, it’s me.. Well that’s not entirely true, it’s a bit you. When we got together you were young and beautiful. You knew it, but you had a humble side too, you never tried to be something you weren’t even though I know you’ve always looked up to the larger cities and wanted to run in their crowd.
Unfortunately just because you’ve seen a supermodel smoking crack doesn’t mean that smoking crack will turn you into a supermodel.
Lately it seems like you’ve lost the magic that makes you special, I hope that you can find it again and I hope that we can still be friends. I would like to come back and visit you someday, maybe I’ll find you older and wiser. I hope you forgive me for leaving in this way but I’ve found another city and we are in love, it just didn’t feel right to carry on the charade any longer.