Story time.
I work at a tea store. A damn attractive man walked in not so long ago. I'm not talking love at first sight or even lust, I'm talking magnetism. The way he carried himself, the way he was dressed, the way his low voice floated in the air, the casual power in his jawline, the easy beauty in the swoop of his almost styled hair, the absolute oceans he had for eyes. He came in twice that week, and a pinch of curiosity began wrapping itself around my spine.
I went on Tinder. Within ten minutes, I found him. I swiped. Instant match.
He went from fascinating mystery man to befuddling boyfriend in the matter of weeks and I love him. I don't quite know how, but I do. He is the most obscure and subtle human I've met, and each day that passes in his arms I feel even closer and farther from him than the last and I don't know how that can be, but it is.
I never expected you. But I'm grateful. And I'm so pleased that I had the courage to go looking for you.