Do you ever just wonder why it has never worked out with anyone else? Then you finally meet, and not to put a death sentence or anything, the one. You literally meet the one. You feel like you’re back in high school, the butterflies, the actual cinematic blur surrounding you and them, losing the track of time when you have conversations. Not know that it’s almost 6AM in the morning and your dad is already blowing up your phone asking, “where r u” in his fobby-texting voice. It’s like right out of the fucking movies. You meet the one that is so chill to talk to. You meet the one that you can act like one of the guys and be a girl at the same time. They accept for you for who you are, the good and the bad. Your history and your future aspirations. They fully support you mentally. They’re your number one fan, and you them. It’s never a dull moment with them, whether it’s going on a spontaneous trip to the beach or staying home and playing The Last of Us or watching Netflix all day. It’s kind of silly how much I’ve become such a simp. But you can’t help it when you find someone you love, Tony says. A little simpin’ must be done. They literally complete you.
And the best part? You meet them on tinder. Of all places, it’s a stupid app where you swipe left or right. You realize you’ve been their neighbor for your whole life. Who could have thought your “soulmate” has actually been next door. This whole time. This whole time that you’ve been sulking over a guy who has cheated on you over a dozen of times. This whole time that you’ve been self-destructing. This guy. Has been here this whole time. It’s crazy how much people spend time looking for love, how much you try to force a relationship between. A relationship is a two way street. I have had to learn that the hard way with my past relationship. I kind of question if I was ever in love with the past relationship. Maybe I loved the idea of love, in loving another person. But this is remarkably different. This is me, me being in love with another person. Them being in love with me. I would have never thought these last couple of months would happen. We are something that popped out of the blue. This love is a two way street and I love it. It’s pure serendipity from the very beginning.
We met on a Monday, hung out on a Friday, established “us” on a Saturday, then became us on a Wednesday. Our timeline of that awkward “are we a thing or are we not” thing is short, but we’ll go on forever.
ser·en·dip·i·ty \ˌser-ən-ˈdi-pə-tē\. : luck that takes the form of finding valuable or pleasant things that are not looked for.