A Letter to Berlin
A friend of mine just started this tumblr, To a City, where they collect letters from people to cities. As a contribution I wrote a letter to Berlin.
I met you two years ago.
We spent a weekend together and I thought you were interesting but I wasn't attracted to you.
The next time I came the sun was shining, we spent a lot of time walking around, and I realized just how sexy and charming you could be. I wanted to get to know you better but I had another life to go home to.
And then I visited you in the dead of winter. My heart was broken. You were cold and quiet but you listened. You took me to the Christmas markets and museums when I needed something other than your grey skies to look at. You held my head when I drank too much and didn't judge me when I couldn't stomach a meal or a smile. You allowed me to be sad and it was what I needed.
Afterwards I kept visiting. I saw more of you. I started to fall for you. I moved here to be with you.
Since moving here it's been an adrenaline rush. We've had a lot of fun but also loss, hurt, tears and mistakes. Sometimes you make me feel even more alone. You're hard to keep up with. You're a complex creature, you party all of the time, and honestly, you're way cooler than I am.
But you make me feel like I can do anything. So just keep being there for me, keep staring back at me with your deep grey skies and letting me be sad when I need to be, and I'll work on loving myself again.