I was just

watching an episode from the first season of ANTM where the girls go to Paris, and it reminded me of a morning my ex and I spent in bed, communicating solely in French. I had got my GCSE French about four years earlier and had forgotten most of it about 6 months after that, and I'm not sure he'd even got to GCSE stage, so the conversation wasn't exactly coherent. But it was one of those stupid giggly things you do when you're in love. I want to cry thinking about it.