You swipe left and left and more lefts.
And something catches your eye. A smile. 6'2". "Here for meaningful conversations." "Looking for something meaningful." You think, may be this is it. You swipe right. "It's a match". You need to initiate a conversation. You send "hey". You get a hey back. A few back and forth of small talks. They say "beauty is subjective, I prefer inner beauty than looks." "I am not a ghost. I am going to show up. I believe in connection". "I am an old school romantic. I am here only because what other choice do we have." You think, oh wow, these vibes. Maybe this is it. Then they go silent. Minutes. Hours. Days. You wonder why. And then, you try to initiate conversation. And then unmatch. You, an already anxious, low self-esteem, self reflecting, insecure person, feels terrible. You think you are the problem. You curse yourself for being a terrible person, for saying something that might have triggered them. You feel responsible. But it's over. You can't fix it anymore. You drop a tear. And then you move on. You go back to swipe left and left and more lefts. And then comes another right swipe. And it's a match. and the never ending loop.
Where did all the old-school romance disappear? Maybe amidst all these apps, where people are commodities and totally reachable all the time. It's a match, even when it's not. Heaven is taking a break, I suppose, and I end up "matching" with all the wrong ones.
The initial butterflies. The thrill. The kick. Disappears in a few minutes.
You yearn for that romance. The love that sweeps you over. Long conversations. Baring the deepest part of your soul. Connection. The person who feels like Sundays. Your soulmate. Where has it all gone?
Take me back to the old times. Where love is felt right. Not swiped right.
