We chalk up people to images.
We objectify instead of learn who someone is.
He has nice hair.
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She continued, squealing as the app notified us of my matches.
I smiled, trying to be interested but my mind was everywhere else.
We were laying back on my bed, legs dangling off the side.
I wasnt guided by mylust.
I wasnt caught up in their facial features or bodies or smiles.
I was attracted to their thoughts.
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I was interested in what they felt.
And so I got to know them.
I learned about their lives and what made them strong, or weak, or scared, or lonely.
I went places and did things.
I didnt just judge them because of their photographs or two-sentence bios.
I didnt base my attractiveness on their appearance.
Because attraction isnt just about appearance, its about how deep your connection runs.
Our closeness was formed not because of how we looked, but about how we felt.
My attraction was formed because I loved theirsoul, not just their body.
And I think thats what we miss when we base our attraction on physical alone.
Have we ever found something true, just basing a connection off of pictures and bodies and lust?
We lose the nights staying up way too late comparing dreams.
We miss out on relationships built by trust and kindness and vulnerability.
We lose the emotional aspect, the part that equates to longevity and somethingreal.
We chalk up people to images.
We objectify instead of learn who someone is.
And we hold ourselves back from finding something, someone confusing and complicated and wonderful andreal.
I cant help but wonder what Im losing as these bios fill my screen.
But I dont want to wait to find out.
