I hate that I have to say goodbye before it feels like anything has really begun. When I look at you, I remember that feeling you gave me the first night. The way you lifted me and saved me from what relentlessly clung on. Being here, with you, brings sparks. Those nights spent wandering through you depths. God, I remember every walk of it. Amidst a goodbye, don't think any differently. You're more than I could have ever searched for. Maybe someday I'll return, my love, my city.