She lived in New York City. He lived Los Angeles. They were in love. “I feel lonely,” she said. She was crying. “Your family in Los Angeles. You have your brothers. You your sisters. You have your parents. Who do have? I don’t have anyone. I don’t have brothers. I don’t have any sisters. My parents in China. I come home to my apartment night. No one tells me hello. No one me a hug. No one gives me a . I have a big, empty apartment. I hate . It’s so big. It’s so empty.” She cried more. She blew her nose. “When are you here?” she asked. He said, “My boss won’t me move there for another six months. My won’t let me move there now.” She said, “ is more important--your boss, or me?”