There’s just something about this city that makes me feel some type of way. The beauty, the crowds, the tall buildings, and mostly, the city lights. This city never sleeps.
Some people claimed Paris as their city of love, but honestly, I’ve never thought of Paris as mine, New York has always been my city of love. Has. Always. Been.
I’ve always wanted to go there, to be there. To feel the euphoria of walking down the 5th avenue at midnight Go on a date with my future ‘mon-petit-ami’ Strolling down the streets looking for some late night snacks just the two of us To be kissed on the lips by someone I love in the middle of times square, To see those beautiful lights all over the city.