When we finally emptied our apartment in Beijing, my dad threw away all the letters that he wrote my mum. She was pretty upset. This day and age, with miles of emails and photos, one would think that romance can be preserved more richly. Is it so?
Lately, I like to think of this exchange we had in Hermann when I am missing you:
“Mmmm, your nose tastes a little smooshie,” said Casper.
“I’ll make your nose smooshie!” exclaimed Gong Zhu as she shook her fist.