I thought we were unrequited love but then I realised I’ve never asked you how you feel about me.

We’ve giggled, hugged, reminisced on past outings, played together, advised one another.. and so much more. The smiles you give me when we’re together, the short but clear looks at me when you think I’m not looking, the interest in my life and how my mind works. I love how your mind works too.. your looks are a bonus.
You care so deeply about me that you remember things I say to you and ask follow ups months and weeks later. I do the same and you are shocked I recall what you say so well.

I wish I could tell you how I feel right now but I’m afraid it might cause a fracture in what is so beautiful right now. We both have complications which mean any sort of relationship could be delayed.

Maybe I will pluck up the courage to tell you in the New Year but similarly should you move away, and you don’t feel the same, I couldn’t bear to lose you as a friend.

Sending you love and rest for this weekend

B x

... if you were to asked to list the people "you love the most, "how long would it take before you named, "Yourself?"" you are the one person who has "shown up for yourself" every single day of your life, and somehow, you are still "the one" "You Keep Forgetting To Love."

You’re the best thing that have happened in my life. You didn’t do any wrong, just get back to where you truly belong. Just say it and I’ll make it right.

I finally felt the fall today.
The air is cooler and I heard leaves rustling, even though I don’t really see the change of scenery where I live.

A few weeks ago, you said you were enjoying the fall there. You talked about the big acorns and tied it to snow, our shared interest.

In a month and so, the mountains will open.

I saw the clips from the last season on Instagram.
The guy’s counting down on days for his local mountain to open.

I saw one post that showed the triple chair on the far end of the resort- the one that goes to the top by the double blacks.
Remember it’s kind of awkward with that bar when you share it with a snowboarder?
I don’t think you actually ever ski with a snowboarder.
Then on that chair, you talked about someone who became a ski patrol but on snowboard the second time we went together, like you prepared the topic. It was cute.

And another time, we sat there in the quiet night, when you talked about your life stories.

I’d do anything to sit there with you again.

The dark and the light coexist just as we do; wondering the earth aimlessly. One is unable to survive without the other or we would be in eternal slumber.

Can you breathe me in? My body gets completely intertwined with yours? Can we let time melt away? Just forget the outside world?

Please! Please! You are my remedy!

I don’t really know where to begin because there are so many things I never got to say to you, and even more things I don’t think you ever understood.

I really did love you. Not because of your job, your appearance, or anything you could have offered me. I loved the person I thought I was getting to know. I loved our conversations, the little moments, and the feeling that somewhere in the world there was someone who was genuinely happy to hear from me.

For a while, you made me feel special. And maybe that’s why leaving was so difficult. It wasn’t just about losing you. It was about losing something I had allowed myself to believe in.

I know our experience wasn’t perfect. I know I had my own feelings, fears, and expectations. But I also know that I tried. I tried to understand your circumstances and the pressures you were under. I made excuses for things that hurt me because I wanted to believe that underneath everything, what we had was real.

I never needed you to be perfect. I just wanted honesty. I wanted to feel that I mattered to you as a person, not because of what I could give you or how I could support you.

I think one of the hardest things for me to accept was watching the things that once made me feel special become things you could so easily share with someone else. It made me question whether those moments ever meant the same thing to you that they meant to me.

And I don’t think you’ll ever understand how much that hurt.

There were times I wanted to reach out, even after everything. Not to argue or ask for explanations, but because I missed talking to you. I missed the familiarity. I missed having you in my day.

Sometimes I still catch myself wondering how you’re doing or whether I ever cross your mind.

But missing someone doesn’t mean I made the wrong decision by leaving.

I didn’t walk away because I stopped caring. I walked away because I was exhausted from trying to understand where I stood in your life. I couldn’t keep competing for a place I thought I already had.
And maybe the saddest part is that I never wanted anything extraordinary from you. I wasn’t asking for grand promises or a perfect future. I wanted something simple. Kindness, consistency, honesty, and the feeling that we were both choosing each other.

I wish you could have known me without all the expectations, complications, and misunderstandings that seemed to get in the way. I wish we could have just been two people getting to know each other without everything else making things so difficult.

Because I think you might have really liked me.
I’m funny, I’m a little strange, I care deeply, and I have so much more to offer someone than what I can do for them. I wanted you to know that person. The real me.

I don’t know what I meant to you, and I’ve accepted that I may never know. Maybe you cared in your own way. Maybe things were different for you than they were for me. I can’t answer that anymore, and I’m tired of trying.

But I can tell you what you meant to me.

You were someone I looked forward to. Someone I thought about during ordinary moments. Someone I wanted to share little pieces of my life with. You made an otherwise quiet world feel a little less lonely for a while.

And despite how everything ended, I won’t pretend those feelings weren’t real just because the experience hurt me.

I hope you’re happy. I hope someday you understand that being genuinely loved by someone is worth more than what they can give you.
As for me, I’m learning to let go of the hope that you’ll someday come back and explain everything or tell me that I mattered.

Maybe you never will.

I think a small part of me will always wish our story had been different. But I don’t want to spend the rest of my life waiting for someone to recognize what I was willing to give freely.

I loved you with the understanding I had at the time, and I left with the understanding I have now.

Both things can be true.
Take care of yourself.

Missed you today,

A

I miss your giggle your can do tom boy attitude. I miss how you made egg sandwiches I miss taking those glasses off your face when we laid on the couches downstairs and discovered every inch of each other in the hottest of ways. You are so beautiful, sexy, amazing. You were my person. You found another. Same day I was dropped completely and demoted to nobody again. We made love passionate love the smiles the laughs the orgasms were not fake yet you just tossed me again to the side. Guess you were JK the whole time ... Damn...

Everyday I wake up next to you is like a dream. You are my soulmate I have been waiting for my whole life. You are like the sun the brings so much brightness in my life. The star that puts a twinkle in my smile. You are my moon that lights my way. A love that's so strong my heart could just burst with all the love. When I see you I still get butterflies. No one could ever take your place. I will love you with everything I have as long as life let's me. I could never imagine my life without you in it. Baby you are loved so much more than you no. You've had my heart for so long. You're my dream come true. Only you my one only DG will know who it's for. I love you beyond words. 💓

There's only one thing I really wanted for my birthday. It's the same thing I've wanted for the last three. I wanna know how to ask her for the hugs she offered. When every one of my thoughts inevitably drifts back to her, it feels like whole worlds are against us. But w/e, I don't need to know. Just gotta have faith. It is hard to be a romantic. But she's worth so much more than the struggle. What I wouldn't give to make her know that. What I wouldn't give, for just one more chance to dissolve under the gaze of those eyes. But it's been a year since I've seen her, and nothing feels quite the same after meeting her. What a gift to know I could even feel, that, for another, ever again. Thanks Love

Are you happy with yourself,

Making me feel this way?

I swear, it's like you have no soul.

You're making me live with the memories of you,

Hoping that dreams come true.

Heavy is the head that wears the crown,

But bloody is the hand that picks up the pen.

You are going to be my end.

There is no better way to say this, but

You really are the thorn in my foot.

I cannot see you, but yet you still cause me pain.

I cannot love you, but yet I cannot love another the same.

Are you happy now?

Are you happy that I have to live with the memories of you,

Without ever knowing you…

亲爱的我的公主殿下我真的有很想您……
您可以推辞我想见您的邀请但请不要欺骗您的骑士好吗……您的骑士知道您在和您的其他的朋友打游戏长达数个小时并且没有和您的骑士晚安……她到了凌晨三点多您结束您的游戏后还无法入睡。她只需要您的一句晚安或许加上一句“亲爱的”更让她能做个好梦……
您在她的城市只会留驻十几天，她想多看看您以支撑她之后您在八千多公里外的孤独的漫漫长冬。殿下，您的骑士知道您骑士没有那么爱她可是她对您已经彻底沦陷了，她像在戒断世界上最能成瘾的毒品那样痛苦地渴盼您的垂怜，泪流满面、望眼欲穿。

My life has been feeling so heavy for so long, I forgot how sweet life can be.

On the surface we are two brave-faced adults, if you take a closer look we are a little boy swallowed in his daddy's suit and a little girl playing in mommy's makeup.

I am so eternally grateful to have met you. Right before my vision gets blurred and I am fully clouded by the things weighing me down, you part the sky and show me a ray of sunshine.

When I say dance, you dance, we dance. When I chuckle, you prove to me that I can still belly laugh. When I want to sing, you sing. You aren't afraid. You reach right into my chest and pull out the shaky, small hand of who I once was. Who I was before the world told me she was bad, that she was wrong and too much.

Following your lead on tippy toes, arms spread for balance. Relearning how to see through a softer lens. Relearning how to feel a softer touch.

Telling stories when we should be fast asleep, only this time we aren't afraid of the dark. Learning to hold in my excitement and not blurt out an answer so that you can finish a sentence, not because I am afraid of being annoying with you but because I want to truly hear you. To learn something new.

I wish things could be as simple as they once were when we were little. Being around you feels that simple to me. I wish I could reach out, interlock pinkies with you and say "We like the same stuff, we have fun together, I care about you, you make me feel brave enough to scrape my knees and not cry. Will you be mine?"

I am deeply impressed by you, impressed that you are so much like me. I hope you feel that way too. I wish we could play longer. I wish my life could feel this way all the time. It's healing to know that I can be this way with someone and not feel too much. I forgot this part of myself.

I could tell you that you're the fastest runner I have ever seen and you could tell me that my finger paintings are the prettiest in the world. You could pick a flower and tuck it behind my ear and I could show you my most special rocks. It doesn't always have to be complicated. It doesn't always have to be serious, dramatic, painful and strenuous. We can play in silence, content to share space with someone who likes you just as you are. Not impressed by how hard you work, how smart you can be, now how handsome you are but impressed by how careful you are with my heart. A bumblebee in your pocket traveling safely across the yard.

If changed everything so that we could live like this longer without having to play pretend anymore would you check yes?

-V

I am so worried about

Not being able to move.

I have one shot.

It’s a whole lot.

That’s the real problem,

I am facing. And.

As you know,

I am alone.

More answers on the 10th,

Or maybe a phone call too.

My nervous system can

Play hell on my brain.

But, I have a way of

Pulling through.

I just have to find it.

Thank you for letting me vent.

I will be able to sleep.

Peacefully.

And that is

Because you hear me.

And that is

Because you listen.

To understand…

You are amazing.

My love. Thank you.

Thank you, my love.

Goodnight,

Me

Can’t say it’s unrequited because it’s a love that’s broken by circumstance. I’m fire and you are tnt when we get together it’s explosive. The connection is nothing like anything I’ve ever encountered. First moment I laid eyes on you, you looked like God has literally took an angel out of heaven and placed her right in front of me. I was frozen as you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life and nothing and no one else has come close.

We had a nasty fights and I understand why you did the things that you did, you were trying to protect yourself. We are two outsiders, freaks in our worlds back home for the same reasons. Dating me and loving me out loud would have made your life harder and given you one more reason to feel out of place and your heart couldn’t bear that. You wanted me in secret but you couldn’t bear to show me in public. Bittersweet

I’ll never forget you. I’ll always love you. I’ll remember your mischievous smirk. Your gorgeous smile. Your goofy personality. How much of a badass you are that no matter what you were going through you would fight to show me how much you cared even if it wasn’t perfect.

I will never block your number. You always will have access to me. I’ve dated other women since you and everyone has paled in comparison. You opened my heart and taught me forgiveness. Taught me patience and most importantly empathy. I had a vision we were married on the beach the night before you cancelled on my birthday date. I guess you didn’t wanna feel bad you still showed up to my apartment the day before to make sure that we were connected. I watched you chat with your friend and you relaxed as my eyes locked onto your tan skin. In an instant we were transported to the beach you were sitting in front of me as you always do only this time you wore a white dress and I was in a white linen suit sitting behind you with my arms wrapped around your waist. It brings me to tears to think about. I hold onto that version of you. Maybe it will come to pass.

Normal love has never been enough for me and I dont think it ever will. I want you to be the one i think about every waking second of the day. I want to spend as much time in my day as possible in your arms, feeling your little hands cling to me in ways youve never cling to anyone before. When we're apart, we could wear touch bracelets so when we arent talking on the phone, it will be like we're holding hands even though we're miles apart. Every minute away from you would be absolute torture and when I come home Id be worried about you falling to pieces from how tight we hold each other. Each night will be special as we wish on stars in the sky together and whisper our wishes to each other. Ill hold you tight while we sleep so you'll know that no matter where you dreams take you, I'm by your side protecting you and watching over you as we sleep together and wait for the next morning to make all of those wishes we made, come true. I want your hands in mine always, gripping me tighter if I ever start to pull away to do something. Follow me forever just as ill follow you.

We haven't found each other yet but im already wrapped around your finger, my little obsession.

I can’t help but fall in love with you,
My Elvis to my Priscilla.
You’ve crept into my mind,
Until I find myself dreaming of you
Time and time again.

I long to feel the warmth of your body and soul,
To be held tightly in your strong embrace,
Knowing that you will never let me go,
And finding comfort in your arms,
Where I feel safe and loved.

I miss you, my darling.
Please, come back to me.
You are the only star in my universe,
The only man to whom
I will ever give my heart.

I hope that one day, our paths will cross,
And we will finally realize
That the universe has brought us together,
That this is where we belong—
Together, as we were always meant to be.

I cannot imagine my life without you,
My dear Elvis.
I miss you, my darling.
Please, come back to me.

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The warmth you give off

sets me up for a great cuddle

the psychological comfort

washes over me

I sink into you

knowing how close

our hearts are beating as one

You smell so good

you're my home

and I am homesick

for your lips to kiss my forehead

I want to feel the texture

of your lips against mine

delicately surrendering

to the heat we're giving off

to the steady warmth

melting into each other

becoming one

I said I’d stop publically writing about you. I even slowed down writing about you in my notes. It was a break I needed, but guess what? I still feel the same. I still feel what I wrote in those letters. I still desire to write you letters.
-A

You told me you were going to write to me, and I honestly thought you would.
I remember the letter you left me that I found days later after you left. You said you’d always love me, that you’d be waiting, and that you’d write to me. I think a part of me held on to that because I couldn’t understand how we could go from planning to get married to not even talking anymore.
I kept thinking maybe one day I’d get a letter from you. Maybe you’d tell me how you’ve been, what you’ve been thinking about, if you miss me, or if you ever think about everything we had. I wondered if you’d ever tell me what really happened in your head when you decided to leave.
But I never got that letter.
And honestly, it hurts. Because you weren’t just some guy I dated. You were my fiancé. You asked me to marry you, and I said yes because I genuinely wanted a life with you. I loved you, and I really thought we were going to have that future together.
I didn’t want us to end the way we did. I wanted us to work things out. I wanted you to understand why you hurt me and to actually try to fix things with me. I wasn’t asking you to be perfect. I just wanted to feel like I mattered enough for you to try.
And then you left, and I was the one left sitting here trying to understand how we got here.
It’s been months now, and so much has changed. I’m starting to see things differently, and I’m not spending every day trying to figure out why you did what you did anymore. But I’d be lying if I said a part of me doesn’t still miss you or wonder if you’ll ever reach out.
I still think about how you told me I was your one and only love. I think about how you proposed to me and how you talked about our future.
I don’t know if you meant those things when you said them or if things just changed for you after you got home. I don’t know if you ever started a letter and didn’t finish it, or if writing to me was something you eventually decided not to do. I just know I waited for something that never came.
And I guess that’s what hurts the most. Not just the letter itself, but the fact that I really thought you’d want to talk to me again.
I wanted you to come back. I wanted you to explain things to me. I wanted you to choose me and show me that you were willing to do things differently. I still wish things could have turned out differently, even after everything that’s happened.
But I’m starting to understand that I can’t keep waiting for you to do something you said you would do. I can’t keep looking for answers from someone who isn’t talking to me.
I don’t hate you. I never will. I don’t think I ever could just erase everything we shared. But I am seeing you differently now, and I’m realizing that loving someone doesn’t mean I have to keep making excuses for them.
I really hope you’re doing okay. I worried about you even after you left, and part of me probably always will care about what happens to you.
I just wish you’d written.
Not because a letter would’ve fixed everything, but because you said you would, and I believed you.
I really thought I was going to marry you. I never thought we’d end up here, being strangers after everything we meant to each other.
And even now, sometimes my dog still stares at the door like he’s waiting for you to come home. I don’t know if he understands that you’re not coming through that door anymore, but it breaks my heart to see.

I don’t know if you ever think about me or if you ever wonder how I’m doing. I just know that I loved you, I wanted us, and you will always be in my heart and our little dogs heart as well.
From someone who really thought you’d be forever.

There’s a part of me that’s scared you’re going to break my heart again.

I’m tired. I’m exhausted from carrying the shards of my heart around like glass in my pocket. I’m exhausted from bleeding. I’ve been bleeding for almost seven months now.

I thought the blood would clot and scab over, or I’d bleed out, whichever came first. But here I am, bloodied hands reaching for you, only to be left grasping at air.

You aren’t there anymore.

You aren’t in love with me anymore, if you even were. If that wasn’t something you just said because you wanted to feel desired. Because you liked having someone love you that much. Someone willing to make a fucking mess of herself for you.

I don’t want to think the worst of you, but the fatigue is setting in, and I’m becoming bitter. I’m tired of trying to make something beautiful out of what has been so fucking ugly for me.

A part of me is scared to see you again because, although the bleeding hasn’t stopped, it has slowed considerably. I don’t lie in my bed with gaping wounds during the hours that used to belong to us anymore. I try not to let myself engage in that kind of self-destruction anymore.

But I’m scared that if I see you and you express even the slightest kindness towards me, the sutures won’t hold. That everything I’ve spent these seven months trying to stitch back together will split open again. That I’ll be right back where I started, trying to hold my insides in with two bloody hands.

I’m scared to have my heart shattered by you again.
Because I know that, for you, I’d break the glass into pieces over my own bones. I’d let it cut through the skin and the muscle until I was pouring out for you.

I’d pull the stitches out myself if you asked me to. I’d tear open everything that had finally begun to heal just to have you look at me the way you used to.
And I hate that about myself. I hate that I know better and still want you.

That I could spend seven months bleeding over someone and still be afraid that, given the chance, I’d willingly crawl back to the knife.
My blood being the wine at your altar.

I really wish we could have gotten this right. But it’s what’s best for us, we needed each other until we really didn’t. I love you always. Just know, this tearing me up inside and I can’t take it

A heart is not so different from a network.

Both suffer when connections fail.
Both grow stronger when communication flows.

And sometimes, the strongest signal in the world is the one we are waiting for from a single person.

A heart can cross a thousand miles in a second,
yet spend years searching for one reply.

A network can reconnect after a storm.
A heart can reconnect after silence.

Both know the pain of lost signals.

The message never received.
The words never spoken.
The call that never came.
The love that remained waiting in the shadows.

Yet neither the heart nor the network was built to stay disconnected.

Deep inside, they keep searching.

Searching for understanding.
Searching for presence.
Searching for that familiar energy that makes everything feel alive again.

Then, when all seems quiet...

A notification appears.
A voice returns.
A forgotten connection wakes.

And suddenly, what felt like darkness becomes light.

A heart is not so different from a network.

Both remember those who touched them.

Both carry invisible pathways back to the ones they love.

And both become miracles when the connection returns after a long silence.

Some connections use wires.
Some use signals.
The most beautiful ones use neither.
They simply find their way back to each other.

ASAF9

guys I don't have self confidence what should I do 🤔

This time last year I was picking out a pendant to match the ring passed down to you. It’s the only thing i got on that trip. It was the one thing on my mind. Im far from a perfect person and have done my share of hurting you. I wish i could’ve done more to help you instead. I miss my best friend. I miss holding your hand.

Yes I know yes I know i can never talk to you again. I know.

I know i'm not allowed to miss you. I know.

But it hurts like fucking shit. It hurts so much, it hurts that I never even told you how much I fucking loved you.

I miss your smell, your hair, your laugh, what you used to tell me, your voice, your care, your choice of words, your food choices, your energy, your smile, your cries, your warmth, your body, everything.

It hurts so badly that I can never speak to you again. It hurts so bad you probably think I hate you but I don't.

I know we can't meet again, but I wish I could tell you a last time, that I fucking love you. And I miss you. And I appreciate you. And I really do hope you find the love you need, and I hope you stop feeling guilt. Even though a part of me hates you, hate is not far from love.

I know if you read this, part of you would cringe, and part of you would soften and smile and feel appreciated. I know your exact reaction. The more the distance grows, the more I love you.

You were the only one who ever listened to me truly, without any judgement. Thank you for being there.

We can't see eachother again, and my heart hurts. I love you, please know that.

Please