In late September, I met a guy who I had seen long ago on the internet before we matched on a dating app.
He barely communicated with me by text. Many times, I felt like I was ghosted. But when in person, our conversations went easier. We had a few things in common: we love traveling through forests, taking photos, listening to Taylor Swift and Avril Lavigne and being open about who we are, including our sexual identities, which made me feel even more connected to him.
One thing I noticed was how music seemed to be a part of him. It was always there, playing softly in the background, yet somehow it became a part of the mood between us. On the first day we spent together, he asked me what my favorite song was. I mentioned Taylor Swift, and he turned on THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT. We wandered along the riverside, the music quietly accompanying our conversation.
He had a beautiful smile! I love it when he gently smiled at me and looked away, as if he was trying to hide his shyness. I was shy and hid too. I just hoped my checks didn’t turn red.
As the day came to a
close, I found myself wondering if we would meet again. I asked him, “Are we
going to see each other again?”
“Yes, we will,” he said.
He gave me a warm hug
before we went our separate ways, the memory of his smile and the music
lingering with me as I headed home.
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