Chapter 1

I hate birthdays. Correction I hate mine. My twin brother always has friends who care enough to buy him a cake and take him out an make it memorable. And for as long as I’ve been able to talk I’ve never really experienced my own birthday. Granted being a twin sharing a birthday is implied. Every year after I graduated high school it was the same thing, I’d Plan something invite people I considered my friends and then maybe one would show up. Its always the same I cry, swear Next year I won’t plan anything and i have no one to blame but myself. I’m an idiot to think they would care about me as much as I care about them. My twentieth birthday started just like the rest of them. So I downloaded tinder. Of course I know the reason people use the app and I didn’t not download it for that reason. I felt lonely a crushed that not only did I get stood up but I’d be spending my birthday alone. I went to the mall and swiped for what felt like hours and no one seemed to interest me and they all asked the same boring questions what are you doing , can I get your snap. So I decided to change the age preference.

The profile was different the pictures alone were of the ocean someone scuba diving and in the ocean. It peaked my interest I could not really see the persons face nor did I care they seemed interesting. So I swiped Right. I carried on with my meaningless wandering and then I heard the chirp of a notification and I knew right away. it’s a match!

Forgotten birthday

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