Make Our Days Count

PROLOGUE

7 days.

168 hours.

10,080 minutes.

That is how long this story is. Our story, or what I thought would be our story. What started with a swipe of a screen, would end with swiping tears off my cheeks. Hopeful in searching for love only to end in heartbreak. A new-age Romeo & Juliet type of story. And so, it begins…

It was a warm and bright August morning. The glittering sound of a harpsichord played from my phone, awakening me from my slumber to let me know it was time to start my day. I rolled over and sat up half asleep to turn off the alarm. The screen displayed today’s date: Thursday August 20th.

I had been on this search for a couple of months now, to get over him. It was my first real breakup from my first real relationship. The others before this didn’t hurt this much, probably because I never cared for them as I did for him. He was the first person I had given my heart to, the first person I laid it out all for. The first person I changed for (other than myself) and the first person I regret doing it all for.

It had taken me a few weeks to pull myself out of that depressive trance the split put me in. I was surviving on nothing but bottles of wine and romance movies, which obviously weren’t doing the job I thought they would.

When Vanessa had let me know she had found him on a dating app during those few weeks, I felt gutted. How could 3 years be thrown away so quickly? I guess it’s easy when you secretly start pulling back from the relationship 5 months before its end. Also not letting me know there were issues that could have been resolved; a simple conversation would have kept this love going. As she sent me screenshots of his profile, my mind was beginning to fill with thoughts of revenge. How could I get back at him for looking for my replacement so soon? The only solution: create my own profile. He must know I was also ready to be back on the market and looking for my next conquest.

As I am pulling up my black trousers, I hear a notification go off on my phone. YOU HAVE BEEN MATCHED flashed across the screen. Hmm, I wonder who this is I thought to myself. I unlocked my phone and proceeded to the app. Who had appeared was someone I swiped right on the night before. Adrian: 6’4, with dark brown hair and eyes. He was built like a Roman god and well dressed, definitely a businessman. He liked sports, wine, and conversation. Someone that I could see myself with.

I felt flushed and nervous, as if I were meeting him for the first time in the middle of my bedroom. 
“Good morning beautiful” the message read. 
“Good morning to you too, handsome :)” Oh my god, I thought, I can’t believe he messaged me this early.
“What is a girl like you doing on this app?” He asked. “The same reason a guy like you is on here :P” I playfully replied. 
“Well, I am glad we matched. Here, this is my phone number. We can text more ;)”
 Whoa! I can’t believe it’s been 5 minutes and I already have his number. “Thank you!”