Dating apps were feeling like a dead-end road. Unlike the others, her profile felt genuine.

It had a picture of her, eyes sparkling with joy, and a bio that spoke of her love for

adventures and long walks on the beach. She sent a message and we clicked instantly.

Hours would fly by as we chatted about everything. One day, she sent a voice

recording. I hit play, and a beautiful melody filled my ears. It was her singing, raw and

heartfelt, and it sent shivers down my spine. I knew right then I had to save it, a

constant reminder of this incredible woman. Inspired, I sent her a song spoke of the

connection we shared, from the first nervous spark to the blossoming affection. We

talked for weeks after that, the music becoming our own private language. The decision

to fly across the country to meet her was an easy one. The moment I saw her at the

airport, her smile mirroring the one in her pictures, the nerves melted away. She was

even more captivating in person. The following days were a blur of laughter, shared

adventures, and a deepening connection. Her voice, heard in person, was even more

beautiful. We spent hours gazing at the sunset in Negros Oriental, the playlist we'd

created playing softly in the background. It was a testament to the power of music, the

power of connection, and the power of taking a chance on a dating app on the verge of

deletion. At that moment, I knew this girl was worth the flight, worth everything.