für mein am liebsten ungarischer freund :)
szerelmem
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I say nothing when he names his goldfish Maria, it's raining and it was a dumb present anyway, even if he says it's awesome,
he kisses me until he convinces me he's right, halfway at least, and swears on his beer it's the best birthday he's ever had.
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When he walked me home the night we got together, the sky had never had so many stars before.
'Fuck stars,' he said, 'you've got me,' he said,
but I knew him better and I knew he didn't mean it. I didn't mean it either, the stars were always the same, but the world was just brighter that time.
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We speak a language somewhere in the middle, though my German bests his Hungarian without effort. He can say I love you and I can say I don't believe in life in other planets, but one day I felt generous,
and taught him how to say 'God fuck you'.
He's written it on all his friends' university notebooks he could get his hands on, and, somehow, I'm greatly proud of him.
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I don't even know what I was thinking when I let him piggyback me, but the people on the street that weren't envying me rotten were probably pondering on teens on drugs,
and his brother was eyeing us like we were contagious,
and it was fine, but it's funny,
that though it's written and sung about and shit,
no one really thinks of true love.
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az isten bassza meg
