Dear Westminster Station,
There is no easy way of saying this... I'm not coming back.
I know that this will come as a shock to you given the beauty of our short-lived relationship. There will have been no hint of this coming in the open-mouthed awe that I have displayed each time I rode your imposing escalators, the joy of your architecture glinting in my eyes.
Please know that rising out from the tube has never felt as good as it has over the last month and that only you alone can make it feel that sublime: An agnostic's ascension.
Each morning you shocked me awake, a cold wind rushing through, clearing my mind of the morning detritus, the air chilled by the serious necessity of your huge grey structures and fiercely modern design.
I have found you proud and determined, thoughtful yet bold, and you inspired me to develop those traits in myself. Your unashamed revelling in who you are and what that means has inspired me to begin to accept who I am and to enjoy what I mean. Yet you will take no comfort from this, because it is due to these changes within me, that I have the strength to leave at all...
I have no plans to return, but if and when I do, I hope to be a fuller reflection of what you have showed me. The seeds of change you have sown may germinate and then grow around me and through me, supporting me to be a better individual, a bolder and wiser one.
Until then.
Yours always,
Poppy.
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