I'd like to think this is a mutual separation,
but I'm not sure you feel the same.
We've had our share of good times, haven't we?
I've surely grown more than I ever thought I would.
And as hard as it may be to accept,
I know you're going to make someone else just as happy while I'm gone.
Look, I'm not saying we're over for good,
I just need some time to figure things out —
try a different path,
find a new rhythm,
sleep under a bigger sky.
Hopefully you'll be waiting for me when I return,
but whatever the outcome, I love you, NY.