I'm a twentysomething writer and editor living out my dream
one day • one picture • one avenue • one story at a time.
This is where I overshare and constantly write tiny love letters to New York.
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Dear Sweet Summer,
I know it’s a little soon, but I miss you more than you could ever know. Your delightful warmth, your luscious greenery and the way you make me look slightly more attractive all seem like a distant memory. I’m sorry for taking you for granted during your stay. Winter has been such a cold-hearted bitch, and I’m tired of her antics. You are the best season a girl could ask for and I’m ready to give this another shot.
I miss the way you used to let me enjoy iced coffee and wear adorable dresses around town (even when I begrudgingly matched my roommate). I miss our Central Park picnics, all of your gorgeous colors, and especially the Puerto Rican parade. I miss the way you let me drink wine outside in the West Village, or on a boat in the East River. I miss our beach trips and the quality time we spent together on half-day Fridays.
But more than anything, I miss your sweet way of letting me wear flip-flops. Even if they ARE different colors.
The snow and the ice and the LAYERS are no match for your dry, beautiful, warm love. Please come back.
Love,
Sara
