Córdoba, Argentina

“You don’t know what you’re talking about”, he tells me as we are holding hands crossing the corner of Avenida Hipólito Yrigoyen onto Independencía. 

Sometimes I find my insecurity in the hearts of men and mistake it for love. 

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