I have to go

I regretted the heels, but not the green dress with silver sequined borders, resting on my hips below the gentle touch of your palms. We had been standing for what felt like an eternity, until Field Guide picked up his guitar and belted out a voice that rivals a glass of cool, buttery Chardonnay.

Thank you for the decadent evening at Ovenbird; you're friends with the head chef and he is phenomenal. You're friends with all the right people: the artists, the musicians, the most talented chef I've met

I have experienced absolutely everthing left to experience in this city, all thanks to you. You expect nothing from me, and I have nothing to give you in return but my company. 

And I don't know if my company is worth the hidden alleyway wine bar, the random trip to see Roman Holiday, the bazillion coffee dates

I don't know if my company is worth my neuroses. I don't know that I am worth the love you give me so freely, knowing that I cannot return it

Because you know I have to leave, and I'm scared that deep, deep down you don't want me to.

But I have to go, because I love my company and my company loves me