I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I left you. I never meant to stay with you long; all my friends told me I’d be done with you in a day. They said you didn’t have enough to offer me.
And they were wrong. So terribly wrong.
I miss you, Venice. I do.
I remember the first time we met: Matt and I had just taken a 2 hour train to come visit the city and once we exited the train station, once I saw you, for the first time, I knew I would love you. I wanted to explore every inch of you. Every alley, every street, every bridge. I wanted to walk all over you.
You are unlike any other city I’ve ever been in. Panama’s got nothing on your canals. Sure, your water is a little dirty, but I like that about you. You have a romantic charm that I just can’t resist. Your gondola rides take me to a whole new world. No flying carpets necessary. You’ve shown me seen a side of you that’s so much more than just walking. And your bridges? Damnnnn, Venice, you got it goin’ on.
It wasn’t you, Venice.
It was me.
Don’t blame yourself. I blame me. I rushed into this. I should have known that 12 hours wasn’t enough. I shouldn’t have listened to my friends. What do they know? They don’t know you the way I’ve known you. I didn’t know I would feel this way about you so quickly.
Venice, you’re very special to me. I want you to know that. And while we didn’t get to spend much time together, I want you to know that I’ll always think of you. And often. Even now, thinking about the sun setting over your beautiful lagoon brings a smile to my face.
I can’t promise you much, Venice, but I promise I’ll come back for you. Wait for me. Please. Don’t ever change. I love you just the way you are.