I may have been cruel in my goodbye. I want you to know that I do love you and everything you have given me; all the new things you create with every new season. While your streets may be filled with potholes and the steel jungle that overlooks the land can be distracting and discerning, I love you and always will. While your alleys and abandoned storefronts may be filled with those without fortune and those without homes, I know you make some effort to help everyone even if they don't help themselves. We tried to make it all work out. It's hard, I understand. Trying to maintain a relationship with 2 million people can be difficult, unfortunately in your trying to keep the general taxpaying public happy, you have effectively broken some sort of bond with me personally. Now I'm not saying we should turn our backs on each other forever, but I definitely think we should see other people. It's not you, it really is me. Maybe when we both have a handle on our identities we can pick up where we left off.
I would love to come and visit, catch up, swap stories, maybe remind you of how you used to treat me, and you can show me what you have done to change. But for now, I can no longer put up with the neglect. I've gotten out and now it's time for you to repair the shattered reputation you have given me and reclaim your true self. I know this may seem abrupt, but just remember; this is see you later, not goodbye.
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