My heart will always live here. Not just because of the people (though there are many), the skyscrapers, the art, the food, or the culture. It will be because of the unknowing that lives on every corner, the pieces of myself I find scattered across boroughs and decades - between avenues and lodged beneath the sinews of the subway station somewhere downtown.
It’s the only place I’ve ever loved unconditionally. Without logic and despite objective evidence to persuade me otherwise. though I was not born or raised here, I grew up here. I found myself here. Even in the moments I tried most to lose myself.
I can’t quit this place.