Instagram, meet Roy.
It has been five months since we swiped right and matched. If you’ve been watching my instagram stories since December and stayed until Roy and I first met last April, you’re probably one of my friends who felt sorry for me in the beginning and has been rooting for me since then to get out of that black hole alive and well and slowly “moving on”. .
You see, if your heart hasn’t been broken once in your lifetime by some boy or if you’ve forgotten what it feels like, imagine being squeezed into a million juices and then thrown and trampled by a herd of giant race horses, that’s how it feels like! That’s exactly how i would describe what I felt! .
And in those moments of emptiness, rage and regret and doubts and the why’s and the how-could-he?s, you wouldn’t want in a million years to meet SOME BOY EVER again, let alone fall in love again. The thought of it will be OVER. TERRIFYING. NEEDLESS. and seemingly just not possible anymore.
I have been warned a million times and in the end been told “I TOLD YOU SO.” in my past relationship. That shit hurt btw even if it were true. “Men are trash.”, I would dare reply. “Men are trash.”, I used to repeatedly write.
But I was mad and in pain and I was wrong and I take it all back. .
SOME men are trash.
And for what it’s worth, this story isn’t about meeting some boy. This story is about Roy, the guy I swiped right for and matched exactly five months ago and met for the first time in Disneyland seventy five days of chatting later.