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today marks a full seven years since i first met you. 

it was the chinese new year period then, and you came in a denim shirt that i eventually stole from you and i now still have in my wardrobe. it was in the old benjamin barker cafe we would have our first hellos, me ordering a water for you before you arrived, but i no longer recall what we chatted about. 

it would be in taka, at the escalators beside where the taxi queue was, that you’d guide me with a gentle hand by my lower back, and i knew i’d love you. and at least two more times in later years we’d take the same escalators and i’d remind you of this simple gesture you did that became a core memory of us for me. 

then there’s the scape skate park. we took away riverside indonesian bbq rice and ate them on the big steps. here we probably spoke of our hopes and fears and pasts and future. a shared future that would last nearly seven years. the big steps are no more now, and neither are we.

at the 313 taxi stand, we reluctantly said our goodbyes. i remember giving you a hug before i boarded my cab. thinking about it now, it seems similar, us sharing one last hug before i boarded a cab downstairs of your house, our final goodbye. a hug to mark the end of our first and last days.