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This is the story of my first love and my first heartbreak.

We (let’s call him G) met on a dating app, you can decide which one. It wasn’t tainted with the kind of tawdriness that sometimes comes with virtual love – after all, at the time, we were never in the same place for more than a few days. While I was leaving Montreal for Spring Break, G was arriving. And by the time I came back, he had already gone back to Beijing where he was studying, half way around the world.

We clicked right away. We had debates about things most didn’t talk about on their fifteenth date, much less their first online conversations. We joked around like we had known each other for years. I just got him, and he me. It wasn’t love at first sight, but for me, maybe love at first text.

All through the distance, we talked. At first just once in a while, but then more and more. I remember walking on icy snow banks that February, shamefully confessing to my friend that I believed I found my soul-mate. I’m not sure I had even believed in the idea of soul-mates until that moment. And even if things like destiny, fate, and that wretched thing called love did exist, surely, you’re not supposed to find love on a dating app. You’re not supposed to fall so quickly and so hard either. Especially for someone you’ve never even met face-to-face.