Breaking Up with London2 min read

London, you have stolen my heart. 

When my plane touched down in Heathrow Airport over a month ago, I was overwhelmed with an unrecognizable feeling. I felt brand new. 

I felt as if all the pain and turmoil I’ve experienced back at home had led me to the exact moment I stepped off the plane. All the hardships and obstacles I’ve overcome were worth it.

It was time for me to step out of my comfort zone and experience the world like I never have before.

A world where my writing could reach a broader audience; a place where I could tell my story.

With your beautiful lights, fast paced crowd, and new lingo, I was instantly enchanted with everything you had to offer.

I’ve fallen so deeply in love with you, London. 

How is it already time for me to leave? Where did the time go? 

How am I supposed to say goodbye to you?

Isn’t this where I’ve belonged my entire life?

Don’t I belong to you, London? Weren’t you waiting for me this entire time? 

We knew we were meant for reach other the moment my American shoes met your UK ground. So, how are we supposed to say goodbye?

How am I supposed to let go of the strongest of loves? They say that those who are meant to be together, stay together.

So why don’t you keep me, London? Why do we have to let go of each other? 

You made my tough skin, tougher. You made my strong exterior, stronger. You made my happiness, happier.

You’ve taught me so many things that I can’t ever forget. How am I supposed to go on living life without you in it?

Leaving you will be the hardest thing I have ever had to do. But, I know this was coming. I knew we had only six weeks together.

So, this is my break up letter to you. It’s the hardest letter I’ve ever had to write. 

But we both knew this was coming.

I love you, London. Since I was a little girl listening to the Sex Pistols in my room, I have always had a crush on you. 

But I guess it’s time to move on from each other.

I hope we cross paths again soon.

Because you always have, and always will, have my heart.

For me, there is no moving on.

This American girl is sold.

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