Every few months, I opened the dating apps back up. It was how my dating cycle started. Only choosing to date every few months gave me (one) time to build up my love for romance before I met someone cute for a date, and then (two) be disappointed by how the date went, and finally (three) grow worried that I’d never find love. I then entered into my romantic-comedy and love-storyland hibernation, where I tried to remind myself that if love existed in films and books, then those stories must’ve been inspired by real love stories too. Right?
Relate on a whole nother level
