It was a love based on glances, first electric impressions. She thought he would change for her. He presumed she would fix his problems.
Both were wrong.
May I ask a small favor of you? Try and remember a sliver of who I was while we were together. Me being one of many was never my concern–but it would be wonderful knowing that for the brief time we shared, your life became a little more colorful–more alive.
You gave me so much and have made me a better version of the person I hope to be. Thank you for giving me tough love. For being a teacher. For being thunderous, desperate, angry and crass. For being compassionate, gentle, kind and caring.
When we do run into each other again, my greeting will be warm and affectionate. It will be a joy to learn of your new adventures and current trysts.
Ours was an ephemeral romance, my Sleepless City–yet it was the kind of affair which will be remembered always–with a smirk and not a single regret. Thank you for giving me my heart back–while it was yours only for a short while, it was yours wholly and completely.