I deserved better, but I was so used to being hurt that, by now, I had found the best way to get hurt was on my own terms.
Dating is complicated because people are complicated. Instagram is alluring because Instagram is easy.
I had an uncanny skill for meeting the perfect man three days before I left a country. He was perfect because he lived there. And because I was leaving. I was young. It felt tragically romantic.
For the first time in my life, I thought I deserved more than good.