A stolen hour with coffee and a sneaky smoke in the square with my Greek brother-of-sorts.
I didn't realize how much I've missed him until I saw him today. I've missed our flirtation which is so safe because it means nothing - it's just obnoxious and sarcastic. I've missed how he looks out for me in a bossy way, always telling me what I should do and not to, how to behave and not. I love how I can say anything to him - be totally honest and he gets it. And I love that I can take the piss, completely, and he knows. No second guessing if there are hidden meanings.
We trade insults with love.
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