I think I owe you an apology, Amsterdam. You see, I just don’t think things will ever work out between us.
But it’s not you — it’s me.
I made the mistake of trying to get to know you at the wrong time, Amsterdam. I met you for the first time after visiting an old fling (London), being introduced to a new suitor (Paris), and then being unexpectedly swept off my feet by a charming new acquaintance (Bruges). Continue Reading