seen from Maldives
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Uzbekistan
seen from Canada
seen from Brazil
seen from Brazil
seen from Egypt
seen from Netherlands
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We were born mismatched. It just took me forever to notice because I believed — believe — so deeply that relationships require effort. Showing up. Quieting the voice in your heart that sometimes reminds you, “But maybe this would be a little easier with someone else?”
Stephanie Georgopulos, When We Start Over
How to Miss Someone by Stephanie Georgopulos
I miss someone.
the way your body smells after two days, the taste of the back of your teeth and other places most will never find their tongues, the perfect sour of your breath after a too-long night that lasted just the perfect amount of time. I imagine the static that forms in my stomach and courses through every capillary whenever you brush against me accidentally and the texture of your favorite sweater and the militant veins that protrude from your arms like they’re dying to be noticed, touched. When I think about these things — the symphony of color in your eyes and what might be happening behind them — I know they haven’t got us completely figured out. I know that some things belong to only us.
Stephanie Georgopulos: I'm Tired of Reading About Us
