Dear Los Angeles,
I love the story of how we re-met. Do you remember? I moved down here, in a one month sublet, with no friends, no job, some money in the bank and no plans. You said you wanted me here. I followed your voice and I came. I jumped into your unknown.
In this past decade, I've had the best times of my life. I've written about them on this blog. That love put me on the cover of the LA times. Remember that? Your inspirational swirling vanilla sky? The moistness of your breath in the morning. Hollywood Boulevard. The Imperial March?
My love is obvious to all. I've piqued the curiosity of harden San Franciscans and shown them your unusual ways. I know you're more than that Hollywood image.
Without question, I have done everything I've dreamed here... and yet... there are more dreams. We dream together. Extracting possibilities and making them real.
I don't know if it's fitting or not, but on Friday, the date of our anniversary, I will be in Madrid. You'll be there too. Because you are part of me. Where I go, you go. Can a city be like that? You're much more than a city to me.
I love you so much. I'm so grateful you exist. That you're such a huge part of my life. That I found you. That I took the leap to come here to live and become the most amazing heathervescent possible. You've made me a better person.
I can't wait to see what we become in the next decade.
Your beloved Angelino,
-Heathervescent
