Hard love, Vancouver.
My relationship with you has been strained in the almost two years I’ve lived here, Vancouver. I don’t love you as much as most people here do. I attribute that to the relationship baggage of previous cities I’ve lived in and to the fact that you and I share different interests. You like hockey. I like music. You like routine more than I. I like to push the extremes and never feel comfortable. We both like the environment, so there’s that.
But here’s the thing. I see the potential for both of us to change. You need to be more open. You need to drop your guard. You need to take bigger risks. I need to be more accepting of your faults and to recognize my own. I need to do a better job of bringing out the best in you; in helping you to realize your full potential. You need to do the same with me. You need to strive to be more different and not just be happy with the way you are. But we need to do it before I give up and start falling for someplace else.