sometimes on okcupid i fall in love in an hour. i look at his photos and think about our genes meshing. i read his profile and wonder if it’d be natural between us the morning after sex. what he’s like in a fight. how amusing he would be. if he’s as insane as….
then we start messaging, and it’s like the dream gets a chance to breath, to come alive. all of those long term intentions suddenly become real possibilities.
but only for an hour. it’s like a campfire, it’s beautiful when it lasts, but you can’t make it last forever.