My Love Letter To London
Photograph of Fashion St 1990 by Alan Dein
London my love,
I loved you from the first moment I saw you and I can never forget how beautiful you were then.
Over all these years, as I have got to know you closely and we shared a life together, I grew to believe that you belonged to me.
Yet you have changed – and sometimes now I feel you are being taken away from me – but my love for you has never wavered even if, when I no longer recognise you, it fills me with grief.
Looking at old pictures of you, I realise you have always been changing and I was infatuated when I believed you belonged to me, because I thought foolishly that I had discovered you for my own.
Please understand, I do not blame you for seducing me, because I wanted to be seduced – and knowing I am one of countless thousands that have been seduced by you does not lessen my affection for you.
If I am possessive, it is because I want to protect you from those that would exploit you.
You have been through a lot – things that have formed you and things that have damaged you, but they are part of who you are and I cherish it all.
My old love, please have the courage to resist those who tell you need facelifts and want to tart you up with expensive trinkets.
They want to pimp you out and put your prices up, so you will be only for the rich.
Then you will have to turn people away, when you have always embraced all comers, including me – and that is what I love about you.