So I'm sitting with two of my best friends. And fuck what friends I have. I feel blessed. But I'm still such a selfish bitch that I miss being in Jaipur. I miss my home the most in July. I'd give anything to be back home, to not be holding back my tears as I down this glass.
A glass of beer in this balcony is happiness. But a breezer back on my terrace would be bliss. What I wouldn't do to have that. I guess you realize how much something means to you when you've truly lost it. And it feels like I lost it all.
Stay with me? Love me a little? I know I'm demanding baby. But please. I need you. Now. I need you. Always.
Like fuck I do.
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