Chasing my Bestfriend × Lover
“French, ‘Je t’aime.’ Spanish, ‘Te amo.’ German, ‘Ich liebe dich.’ Italian, ‘Ti amo.’ Korean, ‘Saranghae.’ Portuguese, ‘Eu te amo…’”
I continued, transitioning seamlessly between languages, each phrase of affection rolling off my tongue with enthusiasm, a parade of sounds and cultures. Gayle, meanwhile, had shifted behind me, her arms wrapping around my torso, her chin resting on my shoulder. She started repeating some of the phrases, giggling. “Te amo, Gabe! Ich liebe dich! Saranghae!” She’d whisper them into my ear, her grip tightening playfully.
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