Chicago

That beautifully gray, windy town. It probably has the most unpredictable weather in the midwest. I love Chicago. Like almost inappropriately. I've never wanted to be away from it. Any time I've had the opportunity to leave it, even for a few months, I've never taken it. It's like Chicago is a huge couch and I'm its' happy happy potato. I never thought anything could come between us.

Then he moved away. The other man, so to speak. The one that got between me and my city. The streets were no longer as friendly. I couldn't wrap my mind around what was the problem. I still loved the city, don't get me wrong, but it didn't feel the same. It's like the heart (and maybe my heart) were gone. It didn't feel completely like home anymore. When he's not here it's not my couch. It's not my one true love. He is.