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“I told myself the price of finding love was that I must leave my home, even as—or perhaps because—it was disappearing.”
“On our second date, I felt an urge to flee at dinner, overwhelmed by his overeagerness and interruptions, but stayed.”
“On my last night in Hong Kong, the universe conspired for me to meet you, a stranger, for the first and only time.”
“He was a Chinese American on vacation from San Diego; I was on a business trip while living in Hong Kong.”
“It was 2019, and Hong Kong’s pro-independence protests had been intensifying for months.”
“You were closing up shop and asked me to wait a few minutes before re-emerging with a scarf around your neck.”
“Early the following year, I lost nearly all my possessions when thieves broke into my storage unit in Los Angeles.”
“He emerged from the shadows of a dimly lit hotel lobby in a collared shirt and slicked back hair.”
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“When you spoke, you chose your words carefully.”
“I had restrained myself because I knew I had feelings for you but I was still in a relationship.”
“I attended the protests because I grew up in Taiwan.”
“Reality hit and I began to sob as I walked down the plane.”
“When I broke up with my boyfriend, you didn’t ask for more information.”
“Hong Kong was no longer “Asia’s world city,” as presented on airport posters, but an entity that served China.”
“When I started telling my American friends I moved to San Diego, they were quick to express envy.”
“Shortly after I opened my door, you texted me.”
“You’ve been gone since the spring of 2024.”
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“I imagined the disdain in her voice and remembered the book of Eileen Chang’s essays, left unopened in her bedroom.”
“You took me to your rooftop with the handles of the plastic bags looped through your fingers.”
“Maybe we can talk about writing.” “Oh, yeah, I can be free,” I said quickly before catching myself.”
“The sky was white as I walked up the steps to a sleepy street overlooking the city.”
“As we walked down the stairs, you told me you were publishing a novel soon.”
“My boyfriend and I moved to an apartment in Los Angeles that he explained took him significant effort to find alone.”