I fell in love with you in China, with all the bad air and miscommunication. It wasn’t perfect but it didn’t matter. You let me kiss you anyway. We held hands in the streets and bit lips under the blankets at night. The air was always too warm or just not warm enough. China sucked, but I fell in love with you there.
France is beautiful. It’s inspiring and the people are interesting and the bread is delicious. France is beautiful but I don’t quite love you here. Your hair is the same colour, your feet are the same size, your smile still takes up half your face. You’re the same as you were in China, but I don’t quite love you in France.
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