Pecan Pie

Social Anxiety from the South

Dear Boston, I Love You

Dear Boston,

I love you SO much.

I ran for you today. With a heavy heart and a clear mind. I ran negative splits for you today, but the first mile was really hard. I wanted to cry…but sweat.

I wanted nothing more in the whole world than to go to Berkelee. My mom took me to see you when I was 17. We ate so much lobster and clam chowder I thought I had gone to seafood heaven.

I thought it was cool that there was a whole other city that empathized with our traffic woes. You know, because ATLANTA.

I bought my senior prom dress from you. It was the most expensive piece of clothing I’d ever owned. I wore it again and again…to the opera, to perform, to parties. Every time I did, I remembered that trip. It was one of the best times I ever had, though short it may have been.

There’s a vibrancy to Boston. The people are nice, there everything to do…and the music.

I didn’t run then, but I do now. Maybe one day I’ll BQ and see you again when joy has been restored. Maybe I’ll see you again, My Friend.

With Love, Blue and Yellow,

Pecan

Written by thelittlepecan

April 16, 2013 at 11:59 am

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