I moved to East Coast almost one year ago. As a Texas girl I was overwhelmed by your ways. Your driving, your accent, and your obsession with sports really through me for a loop. I soon learned to drive like you, how to properly pronounce Worcester and I even bought a Red Sox shirt. You've grown on me. The history within your great city is bountiful. Your people, although crazy drivers, are kind, considerate and helpful.
My fiancé works a short mile from the bombing. It being Patriot's Day, he had the day off and got home one hour before the explosions. I'm so sorry that some cruel individual harmed you yesterday. Too many hurt and killed for selfish reasons. I am sorry.
But after knowing you for this short time, one thing is quite clear. You are strong. Your people hardworking, confident, and resilient. You will overcome this. What happened yesterday was a terrible tragedy but what will unfold during your time of reconstruction will be inspiring.
Dear Boston, I am sorry.
Dear Boston, I love you.
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