What was so outward about these ladies I loved? Was it their abilities to self-express, unabash'ed of their natural whiles?
I'm reclining in a Vietnamese hovel. It is a natural space for a quant coffee shop; I'm glad someone thought to put one here.
However redundant it is to report, the constant drone of motorbikes fills the air. They are a mainstay of Vietnam, or as far as my city-dwelling head knows best. Muffled lawn mowers and cartoon-like horns can be heard in any nook or cranie and from any elevation. My thoughts lean toward Lauren and forbidden love.
Perhaps, such a place is the reason. So far from the Western world, I am seeking solace in vapor memories. I am too harsh. The girl does not have it out for me. I have it out for her. I do not enjoy being quietly lied to or deceived face-to-face. Then again, she did not out right dismiss me, either. Truth be told, I enjoy her energy.
Curse the internet. It connects, and disconnects, us in very un-natural ways.
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