in junior year of high school sitting in the car on a long road trip, i downloaded tinder.
as i swiped left and right, i started to feel what i thought was love.
love was the boys that had cats. the ones i could finally relate to that loved cats while my friends at home all loved dogs.
love was the guy i met secretly at starbucks when i told my mom i was going there to study.
love was my ease of confiding in him. relating about our sunday chinese school woes, our inability to make friends, our tendency to procrastinate, our love for pokemon.
love was confiding and entrusting him with my frustrations from my parents eroding relationship. love was feeling like i owed him after burdening him with my secrets.