Dear Emily,

Come back to New York! The Big Apple needs you. And I miss you. Just the other day I levitated and played air guitar at the same time and you missed it.

And I did cartwheels on my roof and you missed it.

And I met a really nice guy and you missed it.

Just kidding. I'm asleep.

Just kidding. But seriously Emily, come home. You're my sun, I can't grow without you. You're my moon, I can't menstruate without you.

Seriously.

Love you.