August 2010
15 posts
The Language of Love...Basic French
That was the year Josh and I decided to argue in French, a language we didn’t know enough of to lie in. We only knew the present tense, the infinitives. There was no conjugation—we or I. No decisions to be made—her or me. I could say table, bed, but not ask what happened—a relief not to know or to know my fears correct. We loved the conversation that could go on and on with...
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