They tell me loves a game now
And everyones losing.
Talking stages that go nowhere,
Hookups with no morning after,
Just silence ,
Then maybe a meme two weeks later.
How romantic.
They dont date,
They “chill.”
They dont commit,
They ghost.
Apps replaced chance.
And chemistry became checklist:
Hot? Funny? Emotionally available?
Oh, just kidding. The last ones a myth.
Body counts rise while standards lower.
Intimacy got traded for “u up?”
and feelings? Nah, too risky.
Love used to be epic,
Slow-burn, handwritten-letter,
“Meet the parents” type stuff.
Now its,
“Wyd” at midnight
And hoping they dont forget your name
By the next day.
But somehow,
In this dumpster fire of dating,
I found him.
He,
He who sees me like im art,
Not content.
He who asks about my day
And remembers the details.
He who holds my hand
Like its a promise,
Not a phase.
Hes my proof
That real love didnt die
It just got really, really good at hiding.
And damn, im lucky.
Because while everyone else
Was busy settling for
“temporary,”
-Angelica Dsouza
© 2025 Angelica Dsouza. All rights reserved.
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Comments3
A heart warming write of a search that found what it was looking for and there is no better feeling than that. Lovely
The best feeling in the world, to find what you are looking for, enjoyed the read
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