We consider ourselves the same. She says, we’re a potato that was sliced in half.

I never expected to meet anyone on this app, let alone find my soulmate.

FINALLY, someone who might understand my love for ridiculously long letters—the kind that could pass as a short novel.

The virtues of self-acceptance is now no longer limited to believing in myself, but also to know that every jeopardizing uncertainty between my Bipolar phases was worth to tell.

Thank you for making me realize that bravery isn’t about fighting your battles alone, but about admitting that sometimes I need help too.

We started talking around 5 maybe now 6 years ago, and just 2 weeks ago, I flew over to meet him properly for the first time.

Alex embraced every part of me with open arms. Her words carried me through some of the darkest days of my life.

Over the years, we have laughed together, celebrated each other's victories and birthdays, cried together, supported each other, given each other advice, and hyped each other up to move on during hard times.

I have found joy in celebrating and preserving the essence of my cultural roots through heartfelt exchanges.

On that day, neither of us knew that we would become such great friends.

Three days after the two-year anniversary of our first letter, something incredible happened: we met in person.

Over time, the letters grew longer, more thoughtful, as we discovered shared passions for poetry, travel, and finding meaning in life’s little nuances.