It started like a normal conversation. Small updates. Random questions. Light replies. The kind you don’t think twice about. He asked if I got my luggage. I told him it took me four hours just to get it back. Back and forth. Airport. Waiting. Exhaustion. “That’s really stressful, ” he said. “But finally you got it 👍” And just like that— we slipped back into something easy. I sent him photos. Singapore streets. The heat. The kind that makes you want to stay indoors and do nothing. “It’s same here… too hot,” he said. Different countries. Same weather. Same conversation. It felt… normal. Until it didn’t. Days passed in messages. Good mornings. Random updates. Small jokes. Selfies I didn’t want to send— but sent anyway. “I’m not good with selfies,” I told him. Still, I sent one. At the airport. Half-covered by a mask. “Joyce, how do you justify it with mask?” 😂 I laughed. Because somehow— he noticed everything. Even the smallest things. “Nice dp bt...