In the end, I did lay in bed, thinking just one thought. That thought kept repeating in my head like a mantra. It was raw desire. It was, “knock on my door and kiss me.”
The best and worst part of traveling is the friends you make. You’ll maybe meet your friend-soulmate (or your actual soulmate) and make lifelong memories. Then….you leave. Or they leave. And it sucks.
Our cheeks were red from the sun beating down on us and beads of sweat ran down our back. Butterflies and tiny insects buzzed around our heads, which made us feel like we were in a big forest, not a metropolis in Europe.
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