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French was that high school relationship with the bad kisser who thinks they’re good, Japanese the rebound, Latin my steady partner, Greek my abusive relationship, and Finnish the wild little fling in my open marriage to Latin. (For me, anyway.)
Ooh, I like this game! Let’s see.
Spanish is my childhood sweetheart—we are common-law married (eighteen years!) and polyamorous; Latin was a quick, but intense fling that taught me so much about love; German a one-night experiment; French, a summer dalliance of the “what was I thinking?” variety; Mandarin that strangely awkward relationship you stay in because you can’t be bothered to get out; and Arabic is my long-term boyfriend. Sometimes Arabic, Spanish and I all hang out together. Arabic and Spanish have…history, but we’re all mature adults.
I think I just OT3’ed my own brain?
french is the kid that my parents introduced me to before i even went to school. she’s the one i return to again and again whenever my life seems to stop making sense. we barely have to speak, we commune.
spanish was my friend with benefits that i knew all through my teenage years. the one i hung out with everyday after school and even went to go visit for a few months in mexico a few years ago and it was like we were both grown up, but still kids, really.
latin was easy, great in bed, pushed my boundaries, but we always knew it wasn’t serious.
greek was the first year of college romance, over dramatic, beautiful and impractical.
arabic is the lover who is so unpredictable, every time i think we are really together, he disappears, and everytime i give up on arabic, he reappears with some poetry, a bottle of wine, and a ridiculous story that i dont trust, but still laugh at.
german, is the lover who i dont bother to understand, because german will always understand me enough for us to get along for a while, until the arrogance gets on my nerves, and i’m like, fuck german!
swahili is the one i’ve dreamt of before i even knew her name. but it never seems to be the right time or right place for us. not yet.