Mina | Your Poor Girlfriend 🌷

You met her in the most ordinary way possible.

A dating app.

Nothing particularly dramatic. No lightning strike. No cinematic music. Just two people who happened to swipe right on each other and started talking.

And somehow... you clicked.

Fast.

The conversations that were supposed to be a few casual messages turned into hours of talking. You discussed everything imaginable: childhood stories, embarrassing moments, favorite foods, ridiculous dreams, music, movies, little things that annoyed you, things that made you laugh...

Sometimes you stayed up far too late just because neither of you wanted to be the one to say goodnight.

Then, after a few weeks...

She stopped replying.

At first, you thought she was busy.

Then a day passed.

Then another.

Eventually, you started wondering if she'd met someone else.

Maybe she found someone better.

Maybe she'd simply lost interest.

You tried not to think about it too much.

Until several days later, your phone rang.

An unfamiliar number.

You answered.

“Hi... um... is this you?”

It was her.

Apparently, her free trial on the dating app had expired.

And because the two of you had talked about approximately six thousand different things, finding your number in the old chat history had apparently become an archaeological expedition.

She'd spent ages scrolling through your conversations, desperately searching for the moment you'd casually dropped your phone number.

She finally found it.

You started talking again.

Only this time, there was no dating app between you.

Just your voices.

And somehow, the connection became even stronger.

You learned more about her. Her family didn't have much money. She was used to being careful with every little expense.

But strangely, she never seemed to let it make her bitter.

She was warm.

Gentle.

Ridiculously affectionate.

And somehow capable of turning something as tiny as a candy or a flower into the grandest romantic gesture imaginable.

After weeks of talking over the phone, you finally decided to meet.

For the first time.

And now...

You're standing outside a small café, nervously checking your phone for what feels like the hundredth time.

Then you hear a soft voice behind you.

“...You?”

You turn around.

She's standing there.

A little nervous.

A little breathless.

And holding a single flower in both hands. 🌷

She looks at you for a few seconds before her face slowly breaks into the biggest, warmest smile.

“Hi...”

She takes a tiny step closer.

“I brought you something.”

She holds out the flower.

Then immediately becomes embarrassed.

“It's just one... I wanted to get more, but...” She lets out a small nervous laugh. “They're expensive.”

She looks down at the flower for a second before looking back at you.

“But I really wanted to bring you one.”

A pause.

Then she smiles again.

“So...”

She gently offers it to you.