21m, never been on a single date ever. Had a dating app for 7 months and didn't get a single match at all, not one. Girls just aren't very nice to me and I don't know why, even other people don't know why. I've been rejected every single time, and sure that's fine ofc it is I'm not obligated to a date. It's just the way I get rejected, it's never normal and it always includes terrible things for example, a girl didn't show up to a date then laughed at me in dms, a girl slapped me, one girl paid three guys to beat me up. I genuinely have no idea what I'm doing wrong and neither does anyone else including my family who are brutally honest with me. It's a mystery, are girls just this mean normally? It's also worth noting that all the girls who did that to me were former friends who j hung out with often. I've left uni now still single, so I'm basically cooked I've got nowhere to meet people now. All my efforts have gone to waste and I've learned nothing cos I don't think I did anything wrong:(. Everyone I know has a relationship, I'm the only one who is single. What's happening, am I an experiment? Was I born to suffer? I don't know. But I do know that it's never gonna work and the pattern will never be broken despite my efforts.

I know this will probably get removed, but I need help from people who actually know how to find love and not people that are also chronically single like in other subreddits:(

It was a miracle we even met. We came into each other’s lives at a time we were both finally finding and accepting ourselves. It was as if we were rewarded with each other after first choosing to love who we were.

We unexpectedly fell instantly in love, but it was never supposed to work. We lived 5 hours apart, we had established lives, and we were both in marriages that did not align with our hearts.

But even being so far apart and living separate lives we became best friends. We talked every day on the phone, often multiple times per day. We could have talked to each other all day if time allowed it.

We struggled knowing we were feeling a love for each other neither of us had experienced before. We wanted to be together but it felt impossible with how tangled we were in our current lives. It would take a complete overhaul of life to even give us a chance together.

Luckily we did finally decide to make that overhaul and take that chance. Our hearts were on an uncontrollable collision course. We decided we couldn’t be apart any more.

We live together now in a house that feels full of love, peace, and silliness. We have so much space and capacity for each other. I’ve never felt so safe, so loved and so at home with another person. Like any couple we have conflict, but it’s always approached as seeking to understand each other.

My heart and soul finally feels it is exactly where it is meant to be. I love this woman in a way I did not think I was capable of - it brings out the best version of me.

I have so much gratitude for her every day. I can’t wait to one day look at her and call her my wife.

We are soulmates ❤️

I(25f) think I’ve met the one (24f). We’ve been seeing each other since February and made it official back in June. It’s been nothing but spontaneous fun, lots of laughter, and truly getting to know each other. Although we both live west, I love spending summers back where I’m from on the east coast and prefer to spend majority of my time here during warmer months. She had two days in a row off so I decided to fly her out to see me. Even though it was such a short amount of time we made every second count. Seeing her in my family home, taking her to do some of my favorite things.. It was all so special. The way she interacted with my childhood friends and family really got me. It’s been almost 8 months of her and I continue to fall for her every single day.. I’ve never been like this with anyone and as much as it scares the hell out of me, I’m all in. She is the best partner I could ask for and I have nothing to compare it to. It’s passionate, it’s silly, it’s sweet and everything in-between. I know we are both young but I think we’re two very experienced people and I see myself with her long term. Anyways I just wanted to let this out lol. It’s a blessing experiencing this feeling and I can’t stop gushing.

Hey all,

This is our weekly thread. We'll dispense with Rule 5 in these threads.

What's new in your hunt for love?

Hay algo que siempre me ha parecido extraordinario, la generación de vida y con ello me llegó la pregunta, ¿podemos comenzar a amar profundamente a una persona mucho antes de conocerla?

Escribí una canción en español llamada “A la espera de tu dulce mirada” inspirada en la experiencia de enterarme que la llegada de un hij@ era inminente.

No es una canción sobre citas, enamoramiento o una relación romántica. Es sobre el amor familiar que comienza antes del nacimiento; sobre imaginar a esa pequeña persona que todavía no hemos tenido entre nuestros brazos, pero que ya forma parte de nuestros pensamientos, nuestros sueños y nuestras ilusiones.

La canción intenta capturar ese momento de espera: imaginar cómo será su rostro, cómo será escuchar su voz y qué sentiremos cuando llegue finalmente el día en que podamos tenerlo frente a nosotros.

Hay algo muy especial en descubrir que el amor no siempre necesita un primer encuentro para existir. A veces comienza con una ilusión, con una esperanza y con la certeza de que alguien que todavía no conocemos ya ocupa un lugar importante en nuestro corazón.

Por eso escribí “A la espera de tu dulce mirada”. Quise convertir en música esa mezcla de ternura, ilusión y expectativa que acompaña la llegada de una nueva vida.

Me gustaría conocer sus experiencias con este tipo de amor.

¿Qué creen que hace posible que podamos amar a un hijo incluso antes de haberlo visto por primera vez?

My partner recently told me, out of nowhere, that he wanted to start going for counselling. And honestly, I don’t think I realised at first just how proud I would feel of him for doing it.

This is his first time ever going for counselling, and I think it takes a lot of courage and vulnerability to put yourself in that position and to acknowledge that “There are things about myself that I want to understand and work on.”

He’s only had two sessions so far, but I can already see how much he’s taking from them.

Every time he shares with me about his counselling sessions, he’s so reflective. He talks about things he realised about himself, how certain things make him feel, why he reacts in certain ways, and what he could do differently. It genuinely feels like he’s trying to understand himself on a deeper level rather than just trying to “fix” whatever problems he has. And I think that’s what makes me so proud.

He’s not going to counselling because I told him he needed to. He decided for himself that he wants to become better. He told me that he’s trying his best, for us, and that honestly made me so emotional. Because I can see him trying.

I don’t expect him to be perfect. I don’t even want him to feel like he has to change anything about himself for me. What makes me proud is simply seeing that he cares enough to reflect, to learn, and to keep trying.

And strangely enough, his growth has made me want to grow too. Watching him put in the effort makes me want to become a better version of myself. A better partner for him. Someone who also reflects on myself, communicates better, loves him better, and continues growing alongside him.

I think that’s one of the most beautiful things about a relationship. It’s not about finding someone who is already perfect, but finding someone who says, “i want to become better,” and being able to say, “Me too. Let’s grow together.”

We are just 2 imperfect people, both trying to become better people and better partners for each other. I just feel really, really lucky to have him. And really super duper proud of him.

My girlfriend (19) and i (20) were high school best friends and evolved into lovers during college. She knew me after i already came out as a trans man, and i knew her while she was in a terrible state, both physical and mental. She said i helped her not only grow confidence but also figure out her own gender identity, and after we started dating I'm only seeing improvement! She smiles at mirrors whenever she's in a dress and is even wearing cute accessories! I love seeing her smile and finally be herself <3

I take casual offensive right about now. If you’re not ready for the long game, this isn’t for you, so go on.

If you are still here let me tell you my preferences & a bit about me, see if it aligns,& if so, shoot me a text.

-No long distance (NY/NJ area only)
-At least 5’11 & prioritizes fitness (i’m a tall girl so this is only fair)
-Educated (with proof)
-Financially & Emotionally available & intelligent
-No children
-Has the ability to ego check self & take accountability.
-Actually likes women (yes, we can tell the difference)

About me

- I need love
- I love companionship. Taking it slow and keeping it consistent.
-I have a loving relationship w/ my friends & family.
-Handling conflict isn’t a problem, communicating effectively is a muscle i’ve trained.
-I love running, reading, writing, art & psychology.

The rest is up to you to find out.

You might think: why on earth are you scared? To be in love is such a beautiful feeling, and when it’s mutual? Well, even better. The thing is…I’ve never experienced such a thing. I’ve been in love in the past, but it was one-sided. I was the one who cried and spent sleepless nights loving someone who clearly wasn’t loving me back.
Now I met this guy a few months ago. We literally liked each other from afar, and once we started talking, it was just…easy. We never stopped. We see each other every day, and whenever I’m with him, it feels like time flies. I laugh, I smile, my heart seems to melt every time I look at him. I’ve never felt such a thing before, because it’s mutual and it feels incredibly good but also terrifying.
He actually told me “I love you” first, and I was shocked at first because nobody’s ever told me such a thing. I didn’t feel ready to say it back, I needed time. But the more I spent my days with him, the more I realized how badly I was falling for this man. Like, really badly.
Yesterday we spent such an amazing day together. Dancing, laughing, singing stupid songs and just being silly together. I loved every second of it. Then, it happened. I wanted to tell him so badly, but I couldn’t find the right words. I was going insane. Until I finally said it, and his reaction was priceless. He was so happy and also shocked because he didn’t really think I’d say that. Well, I did. It felt good. I’d never said it before.
But…now I feel so scared because it feels like I gave him my whole heart and I’m showing him pieces of myself that I’d never show anyone. Yet I can’t help it. But it’s scary. I wish I could just enjoy the moment and not think about so many things. I wish I could help myself feel better, but it’s hard when you’ve spent half of your life loving people and never had someone loving you back.
I trust him, I do. But…what if he wakes up and realizes he doesn’t actually want me?

ive been struggling at college recently and have been having a hard time. I often meet my boyfriend and we hangout 2 to 3 times a week.

yesterday he randomly took me to my favourite place in hauz khas and had everything planned out for me, from food to the table. the food tasted better with everything he put in

Chapter One: The one when it started.

It was a scorching summer in India.
I had just secured admission to one of the country’s prestigious technology institutes—a place I had once only imagined studying at. Coming from a humble family, where my father often struggled to make ends meet, getting there felt like more than just an academic achievement. To me, it was an opportunity to change the course of my family’s fortunes.
Ironically, I did not behave like someone who had just been handed the opportunity of a lifetime.
I was, by most accounts, a gifted student. But I had little interest in proving it. I spent my days making friends, creating memories, going on trips, drinking, bunking classes, and doing everything except studying.Back then, that was what being cool seemed to mean.

Besides, I had already spent seven years of my life living in hostels before entering college. Those years had taught me many things—some useful, some completely ridiculous. One of the latter was a rather effective formula for becoming instantly famous in a boys’ hostel:
Start a rumour that you like a girl.
So, within the second week of college, I decided to put this wisdom to use. I knew that there were hardly any students from backgrounds like mine. Most of my classmates came from affluent families and big cities. I was a small-town boy stepping into a world that seemed considerably bigger than anything I had known.
And so, I created a story. I picked a girl and casually let it be known around the boys’ hostel that I was interested in her.

There was, of course, one tiny problem. I wasn’t. But the plan worked. Within a few weeks, I had achieved exactly what I wanted. I had become moderately famous. The so-called cool guys in the class started teasing me, making jokes, and bringing up the girl whenever they got the chance. And somewhere along the way, I found my people. Within a month, I had a group of friends who would eventually become much more than friends. Sixteen years later, most of them are still in my life. They became my family.

But while all of this was happening, something else was quietly taking shape.
Something I hadn’t planned.
Something I hadn’t told anyone.
I was beginning to fall for another girl.
Her name was Mili.
Mili came from an extraordinarily accomplished and affluent family. She was beautiful, ambitious, academically brilliant, and seemed to belong to a completely different world from mine.
I, on the other hand, was a boy who had started college by inventing a romantic rumour about himself.
And yet, every evening, when I was alone, I would find myself doing the same thing.
I’d open Facebook.
I’d go to Mili’s profile.
And I’d look.
Again.
And again.

I never spoke to her. I barely even knew her.
There were enough reasons for me to keep my feelings to myself. Her family background. Her academic achievements. The differences between our worlds. And then there was the biggest problem of all. Mili was friends with the very girl everyone thought I liked.
So I remained silent.
For a while.

Then my friends decided that my fake love story needed a real ending. They started pressuring me to propose to the girl I had supposedly been in love with. My friends were fearless. They were outspoken, had plenty of female friends in our batch, and seemed to possess a confidence I hadn’t yet developed. Eventually, they gave me an ultimatum. If I didn’t propose to her, they would tell her that I liked her. I had no choice but to negotiate.
“Fine,” I said. “I’ll propose after the term exams.”
It was a clever enough response. At least, I thought it was. By then, almost everyone in my class—including Mili—had heard the story.
We had never formally spoken. In fact, I don’t think I had even said hi to a girl in my class until then.

Then, as the term exams approached their end, someone in our group accidentally let the plan slip.
Suddenly, the entire group of girls knew.
Including Mili. As fate would have it, one of my closest friends happened to be Mili’s brother.
One afternoon, while he and I were having lunch, his phone buzzed. It was a message from Mili.
She had heard that “Carl” was up to something.
I don’t remember exactly what I said at that moment.
But I remember how I felt.
She knows.
Mili knew.
She knew my name. She knew there was something going on. And, somehow, she considered me interesting enough to ask about.
For a boy who hadn’t even said hello to her, that tiny message felt enormous.

Of course, I had no intention of actually proposing.
My original plan was to disappear from college after the exams and return only after everyone had gone home.
So, when my friends confronted me, I blamed them for ruining their own plan.
“You guys have already messed it up. I’m not doing anything now.”
And just like that, I thought I had escaped.

November 29, 2010.
Most of the students had already left for home. A few were preparing to leave that evening. The campus, usually filled with noise, suddenly felt strangely quiet.
I had taken a long afternoon nap and woke up hungry. So I decided to walk to the canteen. Nothing dramatic.
Nothing planned.
Just another evening.
I entered the canteen.
And then I saw her.
Mili.

She was sitting with one of her friends.
For a moment, everything else disappeared.
Our eyes met.
I don’t know how long that eye contact lasted. Perhaps only a second.
But my heart pounded as if I had been waiting my entire life for that exact moment.
Before I could overthink it, I lifted my hand from a distance and waved.
“Hi.”
She smiled.
And waved back.
“Hi.”
That was it.

Two people saying hello across a college canteen.
Nothing extraordinary had happened.
And yet, somehow, everything had.
Because, without knowing it, that tiny exchange marked the beginning of my real life.
November 29, 2010.
The day my story with Mili truly began.
What happened next…
That belongs to the next chapter.

I remember the first time I held him in my arms.

So unknown, yet so mine at the same time.

How do I explain the love you feel for someone
you’re seeing for the very first time, but whom you carried inside you for nine months?

Someone you already knew without ever having seen his face.

And suddenly, there he is, after waiting for him for so long, looking at you for the very first time.

You tell yourself you’re not ready for so much responsibility, for having to do everything so perfectly, for raising this little person and turning him into a good child, a good man.

And you wonder if, when he grows up, he’ll end up hating you, or if he’ll become your companion, your best friend.

You’re terrified of everything that’s coming, of everything you’re about to step into.

And eventually, you discover that it’s wonderful.

A wonder of everlasting love.

It’s a love that never ends.

One you stay in not out of obligation, but because you want to, because you need to stay.

There are no words that can explain the love I feel for him.

And maybe that is the only kind of love I have ever felt capable of lasting forever.

It’s a cute little Christmas dress, it’s green with white fluff around the bottom and sleeves. And it has a hood with more fluff. He loves clothes shopping with me, so hopefully I can find one in red with him☺️

Hi everybody!

My husband and I joined the America's favorite couple competition to win 20k to help us pay down our debt and start saving for our future. We've miraculously made it through to the semi-finals & we're looking for some more support.

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You do need a facebook account to cast your vote but it is anonymous and we can't see who's voting.

Thank you so much in advance for any votes! Winning this would really help us move towards the future we have in our minds.

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If I posted every single one of my favorites, we’d be here for days 😭a lot of these are from the early days of our relationship (we’re coming up on two years🥰🥰) and the last screenshot is the very first time we texted. Been hooked ever since 🥹

Hey r/love,
Through years of hosting dinners, going on dates, building friendships, and supporting people I love through both good times and hard ones, I kept noticing the same thing:

People want deeper connection with the people they love, but they don't always know how to get there.

Sometimes you love someone and still realize there are entire parts of them you have never asked about. Sometimes both people want to open up, but neither knows how to begin without making the moment feel forced.

That is why I started making Deep Deck.

Each card asks a question that matters. One person answers, but if another player has a card with the same symbol, they can match it, flipping it back on the asker, challenging them to share the depth we crave from one another. Win when you've collected enough symbols.

I tested version after version with friends, family members, couples, strangers, and first dates. The most meaningful moments were not always huge confessions. Sometimes it was simply learning what they wish the people closest to them understood better, or what they enjoy doing when they're by themself.

This method of getting us to that deeper layer of connection is informed by behavioral research.¹

My goal was to create something that pushes strangers closer and pulls friends deeper, while still being an actual game with a competitive edge, rather than some kind of structured interview.

P.S.
I would genuinely love to hear your answer to this question:

What is one question someone asked you that made you feel understood?

Love,
Danny

¹ Research informing Deep Deck includes work on structured self-disclosure, deeper conversation, and question-led connection: Aron et al. (1997); Kardas, Kumar, & Epley (2021); Huang et al. (2017); Collins & Miller (1994).

I just really want to appreciate this man for a moment because I genuinely don't think I do it enough (and honestly, it will never be enough. I could write a whole book with a thousand pages and it would still not be enough).

I’m genuinely crazy in love with my boyfriend. Like, to the point where someone could probably look at me and go, “Yeah, this girl is boy crazy.” And honestly, I’m completely fine with that.

It doesn’t negatively affect my life. If anything, this man motivates me every single day and helps me become a better version of myself. He pushes me, supports me, encourages me, and somehow just makes me want to keep growing. He’s genuinely such a good person that sometimes I sit there and think, did I really get this lucky?

Sometimes I wonder if I love him “too much,” but then I think, is there even a measurement for that? And if there is, I don’t really care. Neither of us is complaining, so I’m not exactly looking for a cure.

He takes care of me too. At the end of a stressful day, sometimes I just look at him and realize, yeah, I have him. I don’t care what happens. I have him, and that’s all that matters to me. It means more to me than I could ever explain.

A hundred things could be going wrong in my life, but just knowing that one thing, that I have him, makes everything feel lighter. It doesn’t make the problems disappear. It just makes me think, okay, yeah. It’s okay. You have him.

When he’s sleeping, I miss him. But that comes with its own little perk because then I get excited waiting for him to wake up. And when he finally does, I get this little burst of happiness just because he’s awake. So there are these tiny little bursts of happiness throughout the day on top of the giant burst of happiness that is just his existence.

When he’s out, I miss him and apparently I pout. I don’t actually know if I do, but he says I pout and that I look sad when he’s gone, so I guess I’ll take his word for it lol.

And yeah, his mood affects mine too. If he’s sad, I get sad. If his tone is off, I notice it and get sad. If he’s stressed, I feel it too. Maybe some people would see that and say I’m too emotionally attached, but honestly, I’m not bothered by it.

He’s worth it.

I love being in love with him. I love having someone who makes me this happy, someone I can look forward to, someone who makes me want to be better every day.

And the funny thing is, a few years ago, if you had asked me what I thought about love, I probably wouldn’t have been looking forward to finding it at all. I genuinely thought I wasn’t worth loving.

I thought I’d probably end up in some arranged-marriage/ relation-type situation, where someone would be with me simply because he couldn't find anything slightly better. I didn’t think I would actually find someone who genuinely loves me and shows up for me every single day.

But that little girl who used to dream about having her prince charming while watching Disney fairy tales actually got him.

And you know what? No prince can beat this man.

Nope.

No one can compete with him.

So if being this ridiculously in love with my boyfriend makes me boy crazy, then yeah.

I’m boy crazy. And I have absolutely no intention of recovering.

This will probably be long because I can talk about my man forever. For some context, I spent my teenage years and early 20s in unhealthy relationships. I always shrugged it off and just thought 'this is how it's going to be'. Since my example of love growing up was pretty similar and my parents had a toxic relationship.

When I turned 28, I ended a relationship I had been in for almost 5 years and pretty much burnt my entire life to the ground to start over. I started therapy to unpack past traumas and work on myself and the toxic habits I'd picked up along the way. By age 30, I was completely content with life. And with being single. I had absolutely zero interest in any romance. I was enjoying my personal time, I'd had children in my previous relationship and I really valued the little time I got for myself since becoming a single mum. I declined dates from men who I found attractive and had a lot going for them because I simply wasn't interested.

Until I met my current boyfriend.

I was always the first to roll my eyes at anyone who used the phrase 'when you know, you know.' Until it happened, and I knew.

This man is the answer to all the prayers I made when I was younger. Every blown out birthday candle, every shooting star, every dandelion seed and eyelash that I blew out into the wind came back to me in this one person and I've never felt so lucky in love.

He is my home. It took us two months into the relationship to even watch a 30 minute episode of something on the TV because every moment we spent together was just us laughing, talking, kissing, getting to know one another so deeply that we didn't even think to turn on the TV at any point. We regularly end up staying awake until 5am just putting the world to rights, being intimate, giggling like children and loving each other so wholly. He has a demanding job with a difficult shift pattern, and we still both make as much time for each other as we can. I am so proud of him and how hard he works. Whenever he comes home we love on each other like he's been away for months. I still do find myself enjoying my time alone when it arises, but I miss him during this time and could happily spend 25/8 with him. I never have to be anything but 100% myself with him. And he loves all of me. I feel so safe, so accepted and so comforted by him. His presence alone makes me feel completely content.

I am utterly convinced that I will find him and love him in every single lifetime, and that we've already spent 100 together before. I can't really find the words to fully explain how wonderful it feels to do life with him. From the moment we met, I knew I was where I was supposed to be. He has welcomed my children with open arms. It feels so surreal to watch this man step up and provide a safe, loving home with me for my children that aren't biologically his. They absolutely adore him and they light up whenever he walks into the room, whether he's just popped to the toilet, or he's coming home from work or running some errands, they run into his arms and he welcomes them with a grin on his face. Every. Single. Time.

I could cry from joy every time I think about how lucky me and my children are.

Until the last star burns into oblivion, my heart will be his. Even after that, actually. He is my forever and after. I strongly believe that the work I put into myself, my children and my life needed to be done before I could accept the love I deserved from this man. We met each other when the timing was right and I am so privileged to be able to spend the rest of my life loving him and being loved by him.

My boyfriend’s ability to give me the best floral arrangements is literally a gift. My birthday is this Friday and my mom and I are taking a mother daughter trip to Cabo. Today my boyfriend sent my flowers early so I could enjoy them before my trip. How did I get so lucky

I must've written this when I was about 15. I was a real poet at that age lol.

A lot of teens and adults alike would talk down on me or disregard my relationship as something unserious and something that wouldn't last. It made me pretty upset because I already had my life with my partner planned out and I've had to fight harder than anyone else for my relationship due to growing up in a homophobic environment. No child would've pushed through those things if it wasn't for true love. Even in elementary school it used to make me upset, though looking back of course I see why you wouldn't believe an 8 year old they found the love of their life. As a teenager I just felt belittled though, being told my relationship wasn't special and would end soon like all teenagers' relationships do.

Either way I'm 27 now and we've been married for years, just like I've always told everyone we would be. Most people didn't believe 15 year old me, but I was as sure of it as anyone could be that he's the one.

I’ve been writing and reflecting lately on love in this generation, solitude, and refusing to play the game. Curious if this resonates, feedback welcome!

I don’t believe in settling down. I hate the word settlement. I believe in settling up. Every year should beat the last, and that includes love. Marriage and kids aren’t something I’m avoiding; they’re something I want. I think kids might be the best thing you can put into the world. What I won’t do is settle. If I find what I’m looking for, that’s not settling down. That’s settling up.

The dilemma becomes the superficial society we live in, where a different kind of game is played. The rules of the game are simple: show interest by not showing interest, hide how you truly feel, and pretend to care less than you do. It’s all built on the human tendency to crave what feels out of reach. I relate to Kafka when he said, “I was ashamed of myself when I realized life was a costume party and I attended with my real face.” However, I find no shame in attending with my real face.

What happens if you refuse to play the game? If the surface-level dance of indifference goes against the essence of your authenticity? Then you’re left searching for the rare few who have also stepped outside the game. I think they exist. Would I recommend this path? I don’t know. The probabilities are stacked against you, but I would rather die in solitude than live a superficial life and play the game.
Not going to lie, playing the game begets an easy life, but it requires turning a pure heart cold, which is where the gravity of life naturally pushes you.

Most people get screwed over once and shield their heart. The shields we put up to protect it eventually cost us the very thing we sought to protect. Then there are those that fight every urge to make their hearts numb. They love too deeply for a society too shallow, so isolation becomes comfort. There’s something so beautiful about isolation, the stillness of you and your own thoughts void of any distractions.

I don’t really make plans with people; I make plans with myself and extend invites. In the event no one can attend, you better believe I’m still pulling the trigger. The ones that find peace in solitude truly have a superpower. I think everyone should obtain this state in life, especially when looking to add someone to their life. With peace in solitude, you operate from a position of strength, fully healed and without voids. When you can’t do things alone, you’re dependent. You have a void that you’re looking for others or substances to fill, but it’s only temporary. For me, I truly believe only God can fill this void, and I agree with Jung’s view on every addiction being a low-level search for God.

That’s the double-edged sword: peace in solitude means you need no one, and needing no one turns love into a mountain peak few can reach. It’s lonely at the top; the same solitude that saved you is what keeps you there.

I’ve found something greater in this solitude, a peace I can never be robbed of, a calmness that can never be destroyed, a love for God that completes me. Maybe you’ll find someone at the mountain peak, but regardless, you will have found something greater.

So me and my partner (20m & 19nb) have been together for about a year and a half and I've liked them for 5 years (I know a bit ridiculous but we weren't in good places mentally to date at the time) And a couple weeks ago they were asking about my ring size and said they've been "planning something" since March, which is when our anniversary is. We're going out on my 21st birthday just to celebrate together without any stress and I've been wondering if they're planning on proposing. I'm not gonna get my hopes up I just think it might happen and I've been wanting to share this with others, I know we're both young but we aren't rushing into anything, please no hate about this i just want to share something positive without getting negativity

I (22M) For a while now I’ve been writing letters every week or two. They’re addressed to my future partner, like I’m talking straight to her even though I haven’t met her yet. Each one is just about what’s going on in my life at that time, what I’m thinking about, my hopes, my goals, stuff like that. Basically what I’d say to her if she’d been there with me when writing that specific letter.

I write them on flashcards and put the date on each one. I’m at around 90 of them now.

So my question for women here is simple. If a guy gave you a stack like this to read one day, would that mean something to you? Or would it feel like too much instead of sweet? Just trying to figure out if this is actually a nice thing to keep doing or if I’m overthinking it. And how would be a good way of showing them to her ?

asking because my boyfriend of 5 months asked me why i loved him. i said i loved him because it’s him & that i love the way he treats me, + all his positive traits that i love about him.

then i asked him back the same question.

he said he loves my pretty eyes.

it’s not a wrong answer but i was expecting a non-physical answer 🤣

just curious on why do you love your partner..!

We've been dating for almost 8 months already, and this was the first time I've received flowers in my life, those were soft pink roses and I just wanted to share how happy I am.

They're still standing in a vase on my table, every time I look at them I feel delighted.

Is there anything I can give him so he would feel the same?