The One, %

I have had a love-hate relationship with dating apps in the past. So many disastrous dates and ridiculous stories, yet I never gave up hope. 

I re-downloaded Bumble in March after yet another non-starter relationship. Lockdown ensued and 2 days later I thought nothing of it as I was swiping through profiles and then I saw you. Handsome as hell in your suit, with the biggest grin on your face. As I swiped right and hoped that you had too. 'It's A Match'. I was excited but didn't get my hopes up. After all, you have to be realistic and love in a pandemic...99% chance it won't happen.

We messaged back and forth for hours on end, swapping numbers and one week later we had our first 'date' over WhatsApp video call. I was terrified. We had been getting on so well over messages - what if it wasn't the same when we talked? Thankfully, talking to you that first evening for 3 hours was so easy and fun. It was meant to be. Every other night we video called each other and talked about the most random topics into the early hours of the morning. 

Then, as lockdown restrictions were lifted slightly we met for the first time for a walk and socially distanced date. Our first date was 7 hours long and we had an incredible time, unable to stay 2m apart we had our first kiss. It was magical. 

Our picnic date by the river was the day I knew. Laid side by side on a blanket looking up at the clouds and pointing out the funny shapes we saw. Laughing hysterically at each other, drinking gin and rolling around kissing the hours away. I couldn't wipe the smile off my face for days until we were reunited. 

3 months later I still can't get my head around the fact that you are my boyfriend. Last week you told me you loved me and I nearly cried with happiness. I thought I knew what love was but I had no idea until I met you. I am the happiest I have ever been.

I never believed in 'The One'. I do now (although I have not told you that). I am just praying that my luck doesn't run out and this never ends.