#21: Valentine Dialogue - by Kai-Lin Wei and Ebie Bao

EBIE: Fall in Hong Kong — I was twenty years old, stumbling under green lights in downtown clubs and going on mediocre dates that I hated myself for afterwards. All my friends were on the other side of the world. Life was careless, aimless, jaded. When Alex slid next to me on that yacht and asked me how to play mahjong, I have to admit, love was far from my mind. But I found him interesting, overwhelming, impossible to look away from. It was his inquisitiveness, sarcasm, and how he, like me, was searching for a home in this city. I could say I fell in love with him on the steps by the Victoria Harbor where we had our first kiss, or the following Sunday morning dim sum, or our sunset hike on Lantau Island. But love, stripped of sweeping gestures of romance, is different from what I had made it out to be. I felt it morph when we sat on the stairs outside his dorm, sleepless and hungry at 3 am, and he told me everything about his life that broke my heart and pieced it back together. I wro

EBIE: Fall in Hong Kong — I was twenty years old, stumbling under green lights in downtown clubs and going on mediocre dates that I hated myself for afterwards. All my friends were on the other side of the world. Life was careless, aimless, jaded. When Alex slid next to me on that yacht and asked me how to play mahjong, I have to admit, love was far from my mind. But I found him interesting, overwhelming, impossible to look away from. It was his inquisitiveness, sarcasm, and how he, like me, was searching for a home in this city. I could say I fell in love with him on the steps by the Victoria