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Champagne and Trains [Swiss Alps]
I found myself tangled amidst the Christmas decorations of a Chalet in a Swiss village called Grimentz. My hair has a mind of its own, and always gets tangled in ways such as this. I was with a lad I met on public transportation in New Orleans two and a half years before, when he was stumbling around and lost at 4:30 in the morning. Meet Sebastian. The night I met Sebastian in 2014, he was near the beginning of his all-American road trip. He was completely obsessed with Alaba
An open letter to the Spanish kid that may or may not be Cupid.
An open letter to the God of Love, I can only write this letter because I’ve fully recovered from the damage you inflicted when you left me smitten one year ago. You might have me believe you’re just some Spanish kid in a wooly green hat with a snub-nosed bow and arrow, but the day I met you was the day I met him, and this is no coincidence. This was the beginning of the end of my life for the next six months. But, all things considered, I guess I made it out all right. Your
