Of all the millions of people in this city β the subway performers, the bodega cats, the guys aggressively handing out mixtapes in Times Square β somehow I found you.
That's either the most romantic thing ever said or a red flag. Either way, I'm going with it.
If our love was a borough, it'd be Manhattan β expensive, chaotic, and sometimes smells questionableβ¦ but you wouldn't want to be anywhere else.
You're the dollar slice at 2 AM that somehow hits better than a Michelin-star meal. You're the empty subway car that turns out to NOT be empty for a bad reason. You're the apartment with in-unit laundry β basically a miracle.
I was gonna write you some Shakespeare-level love letter, but let's be honest β you'd see right through that.
It is better. Especially when the other wolf is you and the answer is always "I don't care, you pick" for 45 minutes until we end up getting Thai food. Every. Single. Time.
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Sarah, underneath all the jokes and the Theo Von quotes and the NYC metaphors β the truth is pretty simple.
You make every single day better just by being in it. You make me want to be a better person, a better partner, a better human walking around this ridiculous, beautiful city.
I don't need a holiday to tell you I love you, but I'll take any excuse to remind you:
You are my favorite thing about New York. About anywhere, really.
Happy Valentine's Day, beautiful. Here's to us β chaotic, weird, and absolutely perfect.
Forever yours, Ryan π
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