'Musings on the past' or 'my actual high school sweetheart was a bit mental'

When I think about the idea of high school sweethearts, I think of faded rose petals, wine-stained menus, and simpler times. It's the guy that you don't remember why you broke up with and always wonder if you'd still be in love if you bumped into each other down the road. With that in mind, I had a realization the other day. Toronto is my high school sweetheart.
When we first met I was dazzled. I couldn't believe that Toronto would be into ME. And, I'll admit it, we had our fights, but I was happy. I grew and changed and drank beer on lots of patios every summer. But three years on, I was getting bored of its cheap restaurants, dive bars, great shops. I started picking fights and talking shit about it. I can't take all the blame. Toronto sometimes tries a bit too hard, its a bit too proud of its achievements and sometimes it's a little arrogant. And let's face it, Toronto's a bit small. Then I met another city. A cold, indifferent city. London. London didn't care about me, but I was convinced I could win its love. So I left Toronto. There were tears, recriminations, second thoughts, but we were over, dammit.
I've been with London for 5 months and I'm still in the honeymoon stage. London frustrates me and sometimes I worry that I might not be good enough. I know I'm not ready to leave.
But I am nostalgic about Toronto and all the good times we had. I find myself wanting to walk certain streets, see familiar graffiti and to just have a good, easy chat. Now I'm quite sure that I won't ever love Toronto like I once did, but I hope that we can still be friends. in the summer, definitely not in the winter.
Oh! Depeche Mode just came on the radio. Talk about ol' times.