Foreign Love Affairs
By Taegan F The missed connections. The intense short lived burning passion. I’m not talking just about a romance with someone foreign with a different mother tongue, or the lingering eye contact you make with someone across a cafe as you have your daily croissant; as the eyes are the only way you can really communicate anyways. I mean the aching desire and longing love for olives that your motherland can’t even dare to replicate, the engulfing admiration for architecture that you pass by with every little step and grieve as you go to the next street, the next city, and the next country. I mean the playfulness of using a broken language with someone who laughs at your ignorance, the way the stars are slightly shifted in the sky, the grass that really is greener on the other side, the richness of an orange and the way its aroma bursts into the air, dosing you in its perfume as it fills your tummy. I mean all the knick’s and knacks you couldn’t justify buying but will always remain fond ...