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We stayed in that position for a few moments, quietly holding each other, our hearts beating in perfect synchrony. Eventually, I pulled away from the embrace and locked eyes with Marco, curiosity burning within me.

"Marco, can you please tell me the story of how we first met? How did you come to know me?" I asked, hoping he would share a memory that had eluded me.

Marco hesitated, having previously been reluctant to disclose this tale, wanting me to remember it on my own. Uncertain if I could ever recall it completely, I pleaded, "I genuinely want to know, Marco. I can't remember our initial meeting." My fingers traced towards his v-line, stopping at the tattoo that read '2-29.'

I gingerly touched his tattoo, yearning for an explanation, a key to unlock memories. "What does '2-29' signify?" I asked, hoping it held a clue to our shared past.

Marco hesitated before responding, leaving me thinking he was avoiding the topic. Yet, to my surprise, he finally broke his silence.

"2-29, Februa