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.”
To learn another language is to accept another culture, to truly see a language, a country, for what they are. Something so simple as learning a language can help us work towards acceptance.
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