It’s
been a long but good run, me and you. We have so much in common. I can't believe I would find
solace in your wild, crazy embrace, even though you’re where I came from
after more than two decades together.
This
is a question of conquest. In any case, the reason I came out was to see the
world and find myself in you and to move on so that I can find my better me. In
the end, I think I at once saw more and less than I thought I would. Because of
you, I have learned enough to go on with my life. Well, I know you too well and now we have a lifetime history together, you
and I, a pair of unlikely lovers or unlikely mother, or whatever.
Let’s
spare ourselves the melodrama, but I want to make the promises that I might be
able to keep, even though we’re both too aware that there is no space in your
embrace for fairy tales, and I’m too much of a cynic.
So
anyway, this is me saying I’m leaving for good, for my fairy tales, for my true
and lifetime lover though I know it make no difference to you. But I will miss you, you
crazy country, crazy city. I can’t help it. I’m sentimental that way. Just do me one last
favor and hold on to the bit of me that I’m leaving behind because I have a
feeling I’ll be back to you someday. At least, you're where my heart is.
