Love in the City: A Story about China

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Dusk began, and the city illuminated exposing a different aspect of beauty to behold. This city was new and exciting to me; sensory overload would be an understatement.

Several hours before, I landed in a foreign country where I, with my blonde hair and tall height, was the odd (wo)man out amongst the crowd.

The city was Chengdu. The country was China. I was 22. And this place would soon become my playground.

No one knew, but I was running away from problems back home. I needed a distraction, and the unusual smells and colorfully painted pagodas were a welcomed sight.

I was in awe. I was traveling alone for the first time — let alone venturing into Asia.

I was falling in love with visceral emotion. A feeling we’ll call lust. The new beginnings that Chengdu promised had me lusting for the excitement that was to come.

Then, that feeling was amplified. I met a boy; we’ll call him, B.

Needless to say, when you travel to a foreign country, anyone that offers guidance is much appreciated.

My welcoming hand was B. We met on a rooftop bar overlooking the western section of Chengdu. It was a typical spot…