We have been through a lot together haven’t we? From the missed trains to the massive monuments. From the statues of mental giants outside of the Louvre to the gorgeous women flashing their intoxicating smiles at me.
What can I say, I love you. While I can never inhabit you, I thank you for allowing me to enjoy your splendor. Your traffic known by lesser travellers as “crazy” was effectively tame wherever I crossed your streets. Your waiters, known for their rudeness, warmed up and welcomed me into their money grabbing clutches as soon as they heard me butcher their beautiful language.
Your relaxing cafés where I watched the world pass me by while slightly drunk and mostly wet will be one of my fondest memories. The mostly wet part is due to me being caught in a thundershower. Being caught in a thundershower is because of me getting kicked out of my hotel room. Getting kicked out of the hotel room is because my room-mate instituted the “sock rule” as she reconnected with her significant other. This is in no way your fault but rather the sun’s fault for creating a water cycle.
Your people who dressed immaculately, at all times of the day. Your sensibilities remain the beacon of style and sophistication for the world.
I am more convinced that the way to see you is through your metros, your RERs and your bike lanes. In short this was a great vacation romance. So no hard feelings when I don’t return. I mean we both knew this was never going to last, didn’t we? I am glad we are on the same page. Please do not write back as parting is such
Yours in passing,
@damookman
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