It takes a day like Saturday to realize how much there is that I love about this city.
I love that on a lazy afternoon, there's the ability to stumble upon a restaurant a friend has been searching for. There are moments where you pause, and are able to get lost in the scenery. In doing so, you are finally able to get lost in yourself.
I love that on a Sunday at 11 PM when I'm craving a cannoli, I can go out my apartment door, walk less than 20 meters, and get one.
I love how the wind picks up from the Hudson and brings new life into your face, or how the sunlight glimmers off of the resevoir.
I love that there's the option to stay in the bustling, fast-paced lifestyle of all that is Midtown, while at the same time being able to retreat to the confines and privacy of the village.
I love how a certain corner, a coffee shop, or a particular moment brings back romancers of the past, as well as the dreams and foresight of future lovers.
I love that at the end of the day, no matter how many couples I see on the street, I know that my boyfriend, New York City, is the best out of all of them.
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