Why am I hooked after knowing them just days?

After our first meeting, I saved his number as '☀️ Mr.Right'

We'd actually talked two hours. But on the subway home I was already naming him — and labeling a future that didn't exist yet.

We met through friends, and I added him on WeChat before we split. On the subway home I changed his contact note to '☀️ Mr.Right' — three hours earlier I didn't know this person.

That night I scrolled his feed back three years. I screenshotted a hiking photo where his smile showed that one canine tooth. The next week I went through all his TikToks — even clicked on every ex-girlfriend's comment section, not because I cared, but to confirm: was he single at this exact second?

A month later we were really together. In hindsight, that unsent '☀️ Mr.Right' was like a love letter I'd mailed to myself.

Two weeks in, I'd named the dog we didn't have

When you fall too fast, the first thing that disappears isn't the other person — it's the real one. You end up knowing the version I built up in my head.

By the second week he'd taken me to a gastroscopy appointment, helped me fix my laptop, gone with me to pick a birthday gift for my mom. That night we watched a video about Shiba Inus, and he said offhand, 'we could keep one at home someday.'

On the surface I was calm, but inside I was already naming the dog — three candidates: 'Jiaozi,' 'Niangao,' 'Buding.' I secretly wrote it into a note.

The day we broke up, I didn't cry. But 'Jiaozi' is still in my notes — no one took it with them. That part was more embarrassing than the breakup itself.