In the silent hours of my searching soul,
Where spirits whisper truths untold,
I wandered through the digital maze,
Seeking someone who'd see past the glaze.
For a year and a half, I played the game,
Got blocked, ghosted—more of the same.
Hope flickered, then dimmed, like a dying flame,
"Maybe I'll wait," I sighed, feeling lame.
But one night, as the stars aligned,
She appeared, so different, so kind.
I whispered, "Fuck it, it's worth the leap,
If she blocks me, I'll still find my peace."
The next day, her message broke the ice,
Nothing forced, just simple, nice.
My subscription ticking, I took the chance,
But she beat me to it—gave me a glance.
Three months of talking, no rush, no race,
Just two hearts finding their place.
December came, and we set the date,
I knew she was worth the wait.
Others saw what they could take,
But I saw the soul, not the fake.
They missed the beauty, the depth inside,
I saw it all, and she became my guide.
In the end, it wasn't just fate,
But patience, hope, and an open gate.
For when I found myself, I found her too,
And in her eyes, I finally knew.
