Foreign infatuation

We found each other in a stranger’s land. Exploring rivers, mountains and each other. Finding something familiar within each other, even though our tongues were foreign. An infatuation limited in days from the start relying on nothing more than chance. Happy in the safety of our hearts, the rum hit us and we went to dance. Agreeing to meet on the next sunny day, margaritas, fajitas and the waves. Pretending we were as legitimate as any other couple, as if we didn’t have a time restraint. An instant attraction, we had to have all of each other there and then, not wasting a second or worrying about tomorrow. Stopping to admire the evening’s sunset and the night’s fireworks. And although that time belonged to us, it was never a forever but a time well invested in each other.

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