We played broken telephone, sending emails back and forth, missing phone calls due to busy schedules and the time difference. For half a year we didn't live in the same city, and for four months, not even in the same continent. But when I answered my door that evening, I could not believe that after six months, it was him, and he was on my doorstep. We talked about the needle exchange program in Vancouver.
The burritos were good. But not nearly as good enough as the realization that we were finally in the same city.
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