Have you ever looked at the phone screen and giggled and blushed (or if you are a man, looked like a chump for about five seconds, before retreating into stoic silence)? Of course you have.
You have seen funny forwards, and crazy emoticons and hilarious tweets and laughed and blushed and caught yourself grinning and blushed again.
Do you have any idea how pretty you look when you do that?
You know who knows that? The person who sits next to you at work (or they just think of you as cuckoo), and the aunty standing next to you in the train, and the coffee shop waiter whom you the ask the wifi password while you wait for your date to arrive.
You know who does not know how pretty you look? Your date. That guy whom you watsapped with all day and know to a T which emoticon he will use with which lame pun. That guy has no idea what you actually look like when you say this “:/”.
In fact, he does not even know what your ‘meh’ sounds like.
And this is why you will never fall in love. We will never fall in love. We will be always be left waiting for our knight with the shining screen. The guy who swyped us away with his words and his ability to google quickly. That guy who we talk to all day, but have nothing to say to once we meet because it’s all out there anyway. I miss the days of our collective youth when you met people to actually catch up and did not use humanoid illustrations to express yourself and if you wanted to talk to someone you picked up the phone and took a leap of faith and called. You did not send a solitary hi into the world without any defenses and hope for it to elicit response, while drifting off to sleep on a slow moving timeline.
I miss the process of falling in love. It’s all too safe and time lapsed and grammatically correct now.