The every day language I speak is different to the traditional one of my homeland. I like that language, but I've used it so little since school that I got rusty. When I met the girl of my dreams, I learned that her only language was our native one.
Things were awkward at first. We made a lot of loving glances at each other but could only say so much to each other. We had a lot of laughs and misunderstandings. However, I could remember bits and pieces of my language coming back to me.
One day I had remembered everything and I was talking with her like it was completely natural. I was even thinking in my native language. We held hands and stayed close. The people who used the every day language and nothing else never interfered with us. It was almost like it was our language only. We were in our own world and we had our own place in the world.
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