San Francisco is no NYC big lights, but to me it's the city of love. You can feel so alive, yet so empty, when you're there. Union Square, Chinatown, Golden Gate Park, how you fill me with such longing. When I look across the lake, green with algae reflections, ducklings on a stroll with their mother, I want to hold your hand. When I walk the streets in Chinatown, I wonder if you would enjoy my culture and embrace it as much as I do. When I walk around Union Square and reach the plaza with the giant heart at the entrance, I hope yours is as beautiful, as bold, and as large as it is.
Whoever you are, I hope I meet you soon.
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