We stayed like that for a few moments, just holding each other quietly, our hearts beating in sync. Eventually, I pulled away and looked at Marco, curiosity bubbling up inside me."Marco, can you tell me the story of how we first met? How did you come to know me?" I asked, hoping he'd share a memory that I couldn’t remember.Marco hesitated, like he wasn’t sure if he should tell me. He’d been avoiding this story, wanting me to remember it on my own. But not being able to recall it, I begged, "I really want to know, Marco. I can't remember how we met." My fingers traced the line of his v-line, stopping at the tattoo that read '2-29.'I lightly touched the tattoo, hoping it held the key to unlocking some memories. "What’s '2-29' mean?" I asked, hoping it was some kind of clue about our past.He hesitated, and I thought he might be dodging the question. But to my surprise, he finally spoke up."2-29, February 29th, a leap day that only comes once every four years. Just like that date, mee
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