Accidentally found matching aesthetics and preferences in music, film, literature and classical poetry—enough that I worried she was a scam (not long before I'd failed investing trusting a woman and carried heavy debt)
Before meeting we had many multi-hour calls. I talked rocky college; she talked gay roommate anecdotes. Later even her hotel nights with an ex—two honest fools hh
I overcomplicated her and didn't cherish. After skin intimacy (no final step), she figured it out and decently video-called goodbye.
I didn't get it then.
Everything has its fate; our brief meeting—if I'd confessed I couldn't have run the relationship. I'd never had intimacy, and then couldn't even care for myself.
