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I miss…
dancing on stages. laying out on the roof. hysterics over our peeping tom. the best goddamn gyros in the world. knowing the lyrics to every akon song from the last decade. random unkempt patches of land. 24-hour bakeries. stolen kisses. journeys to the supermarket. superlounging. family-style fried rice feedings. weak attempts at exercise. top-up phone cards. “beautiful,” “nihao,” and generally the most original come-ons of the century. sweaty walks downtown. spontaneous weekends to neighboring continents. three-person dance parties. rain despite the drought. “signomi.” morning-after facebook photo review sessions. hitchhiking. consistent nail polish application. feverish texting. topshop. late-night periptero runs. crystal clear mediterranean waters. vip sections. catwalking to the gabriel apartments in clubwear as carrefour lights my way. academic lethargy. jack in the box pizza submarines. being awake from sunset to sunrise. personal champagne bottles. topless sunbathing. the daily unknown.
strange friends that somehow felt like family, a stranger world that somehow felt like home.
nope, I’m still not over Cyprus yet.
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