I remember, that day you showed up in the bright, beautiful sunshine
Outside the Hôtel des Invalides
And you had brought me a pastry rather than flowers
As you thought it would be easier for me to carry
It was so pure.
And your intent shone
Golden, before we had even kissed.
Before we had even spoken everything that we felt
You loved me.
And you showed it
This is how I knew you were a man
Different from all the boys I’d known before.
— Jennifer Weng Han
Feature image: Taken the morning of my 21st birthday in Paris, in my old neighbourhood of Palais Royal, by my dear coloc and friend Naina Bajekal