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Hello all, I'm back. Instead of digging deep and continuing with my high school and college life, let me just start afresh and find relieve from a past relationship. 1. The Party at Wu's... Twice We first met at a mutual friend's party. I was transitioning between finishing my Masters and returning to Singapore (read: jobless and insecure) while you were heading off to do your Ph.D. We chat briefly, perhaps it was the alcohol that pumped extra courage because we were stealing glances at each other across the room, and we were definitely infatuated. Sharing kisses and rubbing ourselves against each other in the bedroom of our host, we woke up in each other's arms on his sofa the next morning. We decided to leave together, and I offered to drive you home. Poor you, nursing a hangover, and a raging hardon that was the butt of my jokes for the 20-plus minutes spent in the car. We exchanged numbers and that was it for the week. I guess I was busy transitioning - going for interviews and all, while you were just...... packing? At this time, I didn't know you were doing your Ph.D. I just knew you were busy doing something - we hadn't added each other on Facebook. Yet. So one night against at another party, I drunk-dialed you and you appeared and stayed the night nursing (for a lack of words) me. I remember it was hilarious because I woke up wearing your shorts because I must have taken mine off in a game and I wanted to leave the apartment. Poor you must have braved it to take yours off and put it on me and bear it all out in your boxers. We found my shorts and some shred of dignity knowing that my underwear was just under the sofa. You drove me to your place with my car and we spent the afternoon dozing off without realizing that times flies. I borrowed a shirt and a pair of shorts, before driving out for a dinner appointment. Your next message to me was hilarious: "Hey, I'm not your laundromat." Stupid me left my stinking clothes at your place. How embarrassing it was for me to having to head back to your place and your response was, "I really dropped it off in the wash." You offered something strong and we spent the night together, doing what most people would do. It wasn't a bad time as a fling, I must admit, but I sensed I wanted more from this. 2. Seven Months, Four Days and Thirteen Hours.. and so on We hung out very often, and either crashed over at your place, or at a hotel for the occasional stay-cation. My parents were too inquisitive for our sake. Things had their highs and lows, we loved our occasional debates and bantered to each other about our beliefs. I remembered the time we spend the whole of Saturday just in your bedroom in nothing but just the sheets on your bed on/around/with us and we just chat and on one of those eventual-regular Saturdays, we went steady. Just like yesterday, I remembered it: daylight pouring into your room, us naked as if we were just born and cuddling each other. That night was also the first time I felt great about being alive though you almost crush my rib cage while topping me. It is also with faint hearts that we counted down to you leaving for the States. I remembered the month before, we were still discussing plans - maybe I should head off with you and we spent the next 6 years together in a foreign land. I started thinking about things, and decided since I'm still working on project basis with my current job, I'll head up to the States and find you once the project ends. It was October by the time I went up, and we celebrated our first year together. To be continued... Advanced Happy CNY to all!