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Tresanne Jan 2019
I long for the puppy love days. Being on the phone for hours days . Being open. Being free. Being me.

Now all I'm left with is swiping through the phone, left, left, left, maybe Right? Ding ding. It's a match. Now the story begins.. or does it?

With anticipation, we wrestle with who should text first? Should I wait? What if he doesn't text? Should I just give up? Ugh the frustration.

We begin texting. A little small talk here, a little small talk there. The conversation is dying. We can't be open. No not yet. It's too soon. Right? So we go back into our shells, swiping left and right until we hit the next match.

Long are the days of puppy love. Will I ever feel you again?

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