I met V twice.

And somehow, that was enough for a lingering feeling to grow. I don’t really know how.

I’ve always been drawn to people with a stable career path. Nothing fancy. No titles. No need for a high salary. Just someone who feels settled and content with their professional life. That kind of quiet stability matters to me.

After the second meeting, I found them interesting. More than I expected. I caught myself waiting for a third one.

But distance got in the way, and for a while, meeting again didn’t seem possible.

I did something a little extreme. After coming home, I booked the next ticket back there and tried to make another meeting happen. I even prepared a small, personal gift - nothing special, just some oils they once mentioned they needed.

Then I found out they were seeing someone else too.

That’s when something in me shifted.

Not long after, it became clear we weren’t really a match. There was a gap - psychologically, generationally, even in how we deal with mental health. We were simply not standing on the same ground.

It keeps happening like this. Every time I start to feel like someone might be the one, something feels off by the third meeting. I can’t tell if these are signs from God, or if I’m just getting older and more selective. Maybe both.

After we parted, I felt an unexpected sadness. Not because I wanted to continue, but because there was suddenly nothing left between us. No shared topics. No vibe. Just a quiet blank space.

That emptiness always shows up when dating doesn’t work out the way I hope. Even the things I usually adore couldn’t pull me out of it this time.

The other day, during a coffee date with a friend, “Dự báo thời tiết hôm nay mưa” by Grey D came on. It’s been on my Spotify forever, but I only truly heard it then. It felt like the song arrived exactly when it was meant to.

I guess it’s hard to have everything at once.