The moment I knew: I was mourning the end of my summer fling then a parcel arrived at my door
Briefly

In 2012, the author, freshly graduated and seeking a job in London, met Hugh during a casual dinner aimed at writing an article on dumplings in Melbourne. Initially intended as a non-serious outing, the dinner blossomed into a summer romance, drawing the author away from her original writing assignment. The connection was immediate, enhanced by shared laughter and chemistry over wine, leading to intimate moments and a whirlwind of daily engagements that eclipsed her initial focus on journalism.
I never wrote the article on Melbourne's best dumplings because over the next few weeks my only preoccupation was Hugh.
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