Why I Love NYC

During my morning commute, while walking to the R train, I read in purple sidewalk chalk:

TO MY CELESTE

I figured someone must have left a present by the note. Maybe a bicycle, maybe a bouquet of roses (although who would want them off of the ground?), but as I continued walking I saw, several sidewalk squares later:

YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE

Only instead of the word "sunshine" there was a drawing of a sun with a happy face. Now we're getting somewhere. Some person decided to make Celeste go on a scavenger hunt of romantic bliss whereby she reads secret messages. Maybe this person was thoughtful enough to trace her morning walk! Sure enough, a block later, and closer to the train:

4 YEARS

Wow, they've been together four years? This may darn well be a proposal! We may have an exciting question on our hands, folks! I clip-clop a little faster. How will the person say it? What drawings will accompany it? Will there be another bicycle or bouquet of pee-pee roses waiting?

I WILL LOVE YOU FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE

This is serious. This is a public gesture of devotion. And do you know how hard it is to bend over and write on gravel? It's almost as tough as hanging upside down from an overpass with a can of spray paint. Surely the poet's hard work is going to pay off.

AND OUR--

Above the next line, someone has scrawled in their own sidewalk chalk:

SORRY I GOT SOMEONE ELSE.

Hahahahahaha! New York wins.