Language Barriers.

Watching his laptop screen from beneath a fuzzy tiger printed blanket in the dark, I waited for the words he typed to translate properly under the box labled “english”.

“I like you and I want to know you more.”

The box told me, and I nodded a thank you. I had understood his words the first 17 times he’d said them aloud in french, but perhaps because my reaction was not what he wanted he thought that I hadn’t.

Although, I was quite struck by their simplicity when translated in a basic terms, thinking that most relationships would probably be easier if we all used similar translation tools, especially for those of us that pretend to speak the same language.

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He seemed lovely and we had a lot of fun dancing and he’s a photo-journalist who’ll be interning at Vice. So these are all excellent qualities, and we smoked cigarettes outside and he was friends with everybody and… continued here.