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Feb 1, 08:42 PM

I remember the first time we made love very clearly.

It was winter, and the house was – not cold – cool. It was late, and everyone else had gone to bed, but the two of us were still up, bundled under a blanket, and talking quietly between kisses.

We had been dating for several months at that point, but we were still a little afraid, I think, to decide how serious we wanted to be. Hanging over us was the fact that she was in the United States only on an extended visit to her brother, and that she was due – eager really – to return to Hong Kong in a few more months.

Unspoken, but always present, was the knowledge that we needed to decide what our relationship would be soon; neither of us was certain whether we should spend more time together or break off immediately to lessen the eventual pain.