u/QuietlyChatoic

Advice welcomed.

On the dating apps and matched with this girl. Doing the normal get to know you questions and I casually mentioned that I ride a motorcycle.

She essentially said “you probably get asked this a lot but is there a plus one on your motorcycle”.

I told her she could be my backpack and that I had a spare helmet and she could ride with me and that she was the first person to ask me that question in that manner.

Then I felt the convo just took a turn and she asked me if she could ask me a question.

I said yes and she asked me if I talked to a lot of girls.

I was trying to get more clarification and asked if romantically?

Then poof got blocked 😅 Did I accidentally make myself come off as a player or something?

Idk that was a first for me.

I shouldn’t miss a stranger.

I shouldn’t miss you.

Yet here you are,

lingering in the spaces

where "what if" likes to bloom.

Because I never found the courage

To learn if someone like you

beautiful, intelligent, kind

Could ever look my way and stay.

I told myself it was ill fate

That carried you away.

But ever since that day,

My heart and mind have waged a quiet war,

Each knowing what the other cannot bear:

I let you slip away.

Since then, I've searched every corner of my memory,

Scoured every place the internet might keep your name,

Hoping you'd left behind some small trace

A thread the universe could pull,

A bridge across the distance

Between your absence

And me.

Maybe the 444 inked into your skin

Was never meant for you alone.

Maybe it was there

To keep you from the version of me

That wasn't ready to love you

The way you deserved.

It spared you the heartbreak,

And handed it to me instead.

Even so,

You'll always be mi buena suerte

Though luck never waited

At the end of our story.

You called me ojitos.

Since then,

My eyes have forgotten how to stop searching.

They wander old conversations,

Trace the corners of my memory,

And linger on empty search bars,

As if the universe

Might one day return

The girl who first gave them a name.

Till then we will keep being strangers

Carrying a story

Only one of us still tells.

I shouldn’t miss a stranger.

I shouldn’t miss you.

Yet here you are,

lingering in the spaces

where "what if" likes to bloom.

Because I never found the courage

To learn if someone like you

beautiful, intelligent, kind

Could ever look my way and stay.

I told myself it was ill fate

That carried you away.

But ever since that day,

My heart and mind have waged a quiet war,

Each knowing what the other cannot bear:

I let you slip away.

Since then, I've searched every corner of my memory,

Scoured every place the internet might keep your name,

Hoping you'd left behind some small trace

A thread the universe could pull,

A bridge across the distance

Between your absence

And me.

Maybe the 444 inked into your skin

Was never meant for you alone.

Maybe it was there

To keep you from the version of me

That wasn't ready to love you

The way you deserved.

It spared you the heartbreak,

And handed it to me instead.

Even so,

You'll always be mi buena suerte

Though luck never waited

At the end of our story.

You called me ojitos.

Since then,

My eyes have forgotten how to stop searching.

They wander old conversations,

Trace the corners of my memory,

And linger on empty search bars,

As if the universe

Might one day return

The girl who first gave them a name.

Till then we will keep being strangers

Carrying a story

Only one of us still tells.

I met this (26f) on a dating app and we hit it off. It was instant chemistry and fireworks. Within the first few days we stayed up till 3am texting on the dating app. I had mentioned to her I had online friends but rarely give my phone number and always tried to keep contact either by social media, discord, Snapchat etc. When I mentioned this, she seemed very protective that she didn’t have social media. She did mention that she had Pinterest. She eventually decided to leave the dating app and had given me her number. I had thought I had copied it to my phones clipboard so I could text her later but got busy with work and couldn’t confirm. I also didn’t respond to her last message which made it look like I left her on read. (Hence work got in the way). When I went to go paste her number to text her it wasn’t there. I went back to the app to get it and to my disappointment she had already deleted her account. Out of my frustration I ended up deleting my account too. I later made a new account and reached out to the admin on the app to see if they could retrieve the messages and they couldn’t. I am so frustrated to think that her impression of me might be that I ghosted her which is not what it is at all. I know the general area of where she lives, have a first name and kinda know what she does for work (shoe retail). Is it crazy for me to try to find her on Instagram or Pinterest based off the info I know? I also had thought about calling the shoe stores and asking if she was working that day and just leave my number but can see how that can come across the wrong way. I’m still on the dating app hoping she comes back. Kinda at a loss if I should just accept my missed connection.

I am left here with just the memory of who you are.
I have no way of finding you, or contacting you.
You’re somewhere out there probably thinking I just never text you.
When in reality I just didn’t have time to write your number down before you left.
So I listen to the song I dedicated to you in hopes it echos through the universe and it somehow leads you back to me.
You were my dream girl and in my dreams is the only place I can find you.
I’m still waiting for you. Find me again where we first met.
-Ojitos