M25

Talking about the weather on Hinge... It was a sunny morning mid Sep 2020, I was on my way to Heathrow. Leaving London after 2 years, a lockdown home alone and lots of swiping and dates trying to find my magical story in the city. Always a dreamy optimist, even on my way to the airport I kept my dating apps on, just in case something amazing could still happen so last minute.

We matched on the M25 technically. Started texting. Moving from favourite colour to major life events real quick. Those notifications. Thousands of questions and answers. Texts shifted into voice messages, into hours of phone calls and then into video calls. Fast forward 6 weeks: second lockdown in London and flying restrictions everywhere. I’m back in the city for a weekend. Our first date lasted 3 days. Take-away dinner on the pavement and walks in a ghost city in lockdown. Back to more video calls and daily walks on the phone, together but apart. Fast forward 3 weeks and I’m back in London for a weekend again. 3 more weeks apart and then he flies over for 2 weeks for Christmas. Cancelled family celebrations due to covid gave us 2 weeks together. And then we knew. And he’s off to London -That empty car seat after dropping him at the airport breaks my heart- Curtesy of Covid restrictions we were forced to stay together in the distance for 3 months and that’s what we did. Easter 21.- I’m on a plane back to London. And just like that, we’ve been living together ever since, flying together back and forth between 2 countries, working from wherever we are and enjoying every minute of our love story in the times of covid.