Thursday, September 17, 2009

My Love Letter.

Dear New York City,

We met once before, a few months ago, but you might not remember me, however, you left quite the impression on me. I took a trip half way across the world just to embrace you and be surrounded by your infectious vivacious love again. I hope you accept me with arms wide open, a Martini with extra olives, a nice pair of Jimmy Choo’s, an acceptance into NYU School of Law, and may be bumping into John Mayer so I can update my Twitter status to say “Hanging out with @johncmayer in NYC”.

Love,

C.

PS I Love You, make it last forever.

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