The Day It All Started

1 year ago today I was on Tinder. I was just looking to get started back dating and wasn’t looking for anything serious. Just someone to hang out with and go do fun stuff with. I was pretty straight forward about that in my profile.

I was swiping away and came across this face that stopped me…

Eyes that said you better keep moving and a smile that said I’ll take your heart without you even realizing it.

I should have taken that as an omen of what was to come, but I just couldn’t. I knew this was an experience I had to have. There was something there from the second I saw his picture.

I swiped right…

It was a match…

He had seen my picture and swiped on me.

His next message…

“I hoped we would match.”

Not original, but I messaged back.

He told me that my eyes and smile had caught his attention. That I looked like someone he was supposed to know.

Those first messages were about what we liked to do, married or single, kids or no kids.

I told him my story which was 1 son, was 6 months out of a relationship, and was looking for someone to have fun with.

My exact words were…

I have an amazing life that I’ve worked hard to build for myself. Now I’m just looking for someone to share it with.

He replied that he had 1 daughter and was originally from Mexico. He said his mom was from Mexico and his dad was from Honduras.

If you know him the only truth in that is his mom is from Mexico and so is he.

Today I’ve been thinking about this moment.

Why did I message back? Why did I continue to talk to him? Do I regret it now that a piece of my heart has been taken and I’m left to live without it.

As I said above. Something told me I was supposed to have this experience. We were in the right place at the right time. I continued to talk to him because he was captivating and could hold a conversation…

Do I regret it?

With tears in my eyes I say no. I don’t regret meeting Eli.

I have many regrets, but meeting Eli isn’t one of them…

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