Swipe Left

"It will be fun," she said. "You need to get out more," she said. "Don't be afraid to swipe right," she said. So, I did and met him. The man with the snake tattoo that slithered up his arm. the man with the messy brown hair, deep blue eyes, and dimples that only appeared when he flashed his devilish smile. The man who snuck his way into my heart. Swiping right may have brought me here, but in the end I should've swiped left.