In 2012, I returned to Melbourne after completing my literature degree in England, eager for a brief summer of fun before starting my first job in London. To fill my time, I agreed to write an article on dumplings, despite having never tried them. Relying on friends for recommendations, my best mate Milly connected me with Hugh, who suggested we all meet at a dumpling restaurant.
Our dinner quickly turned into a night filled with laughter and chemistry. Hugh’s wit and charm captivated me as we shared stories over wine. When bedtime came, a spontaneous kiss ignited feelings neither of us expected, marking the start of a passionate summer romance.
As our time together shortened, the reality of my impending move back to England loomed heavily. One emotional evening, I revealed my visa was ready, prompting tears and heartfelt embraces. Leaving him at Tullamarine airport was gut-wrenching, contrasting my usual excitement with a deep sorrow.
Back in London, I sought solace in poetry and found a small wooden rocking horse, a nostalgic gift from Hugh, symbolising our connection. Despite the distance, we thrived through video calls until a reunion in Europe solidified our bond. Fast forward twelve years, we’re happily married in Melbourne, parents to two children who adore dumplings, with a rocking horse still cherished in our daughter’s room.