Until she saw my face 
Met her on a dating app, no profile pic, just chatting. We hit it off instantly. She asked for my number, and we moved to WhatsApp. Talked for over two months. She told me she wasn’t good-looking, but I didn’t care. I never even asked to see her. I just really enjoyed our convos, effortless, fun, deep. The kind of connection I’ve always wanted.
She was super religious and talked about marriage. I was open to it. She always said looks and money didn’t matter to her, only honesty and love. I told her I wasn’t rich or handsome. She reassured me every time: “I don’t care about that.”
Then one day, she sent me a video and a photo of herself. I still didn’t ask, but I figured she wanted to see me too. She asked the next day, so I sent two pics.
Since then? Silence. Not blocked, just the slow ghosting. 24 hours to reply to what used to be instant convos. No more effort.
Guess I got my answer.
People say looks don’t matter… until they do.
Met her on a dating app, no profile pic, just chatting. We hit it off instantly. She asked for my number, and we moved to WhatsApp. Talked for over two months. She told me she wasn’t good-looking, but I didn’t care. I never even asked to see her. I just really enjoyed our convos, effortless, fun, deep. The kind of connection I’ve always wanted.
She was super religious and talked about marriage. I was open to it. She always said looks and money didn’t matter to her, only honesty and love. I told her I wasn’t rich or handsome. She reassured me every time: “I don’t care about that.”
Then one day, she sent me a video and a photo of herself. I still didn’t ask, but I figured she wanted to see me too. She asked the next day, so I sent two pics.
Since then? Silence. Not blocked, just the slow ghosting. 24 hours to reply to what used to be instant convos. No more effort.
Guess I got my answer.
People say looks don’t matter… until they do.
