It was one of those rare tinder success stories, one date lead to two, two lead to four,
three years and a half years later his name still popped up in my notifications. I was fifteen,
tinder had this beta app for teens fourteen to seventeen, he was sixteen and 39 miles away. He
was so far I never thought anything would come from it, we would talk for a week maybe two
and never talk again, but I was wrong. He would tell me all his hopes and his dreams and text me
randomly throughout the day when he was thinking about me. He would see something on the
street or hear something at school and remember to tell me when we skyped later that night.
He told me he was afraid of the ocean it's so deep and dark no one really knows what's down
there he would say, me too I agreed. But it wasn't the ocean for me.
