Love Stories

this happened two years ago now, but I cannot look at her without sobbing. for some backstory, we were both teens when this happened, both females. we're gonna call her fay. well, fay had just gotten into a relationship and she loved her girlfriend. I was her best friend at the time, but fay wanted more, and she liked to remind me of this. she would always be all over me, touching me in ways that made me sooooooo uncomfortable. it got to a point I screamed in the middle of the mall in town that I'd call her girlfriend and she snatched my phone out of my hands and begged for me not to. well, she had forced me to shower with her and pulled my bathing suit top down. she also attempted to "get in my pants." WELL. fay started cheating on her girlfriend. and this happened many, many times. when I told said girlfriend, fay blamed an unaliving attempt on me because of her actions. I blocked her and had a panic attack nearly all night because I genuinely thought I had done something wrong. guess what? they're still together. now, fay is trying to be my friend again. she showed up to color guard auditions and I had to run away crying because she loves to take things I've loved: guard, instruments, names, clothing styles, music tastes, so on and so forth. what do I do? how do I keep distance, and how can I process everything? I don't know.

anyone else who has problems with pain in their knees that nothing seems to help.

What do you do ?

As I've been struggling for yolears but lately my knee is getting worse and nothing seems to be helping not even the new dose of ibuprofen my doctor has proscribed me and she did say I could take it up to 3 times a day but I don't like taking it or any pills as I've burnt my stomach lining after take ibuprofen.

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I keep asking myself why things go the way they do, and maybe you can tell me if you see something I don’t. I’m 19, I’m a guy, and every time I get a girlfriend she leaves me after a few days or maybe a couple weeks. It feels like a pattern I can’t break, but I’m trying to stay calm and hopeful about it. I’m not rude or anything like that. I’m polite, I respect women, I listen, and I try not to talk too much about myself. I’m not ugly but not beautiful either, just somewhere in the middle like many people. I’m not rich, not poor. My clothes look fine because my mom picks everything for me, and she actually has good taste even if I feel a bit embarassed about telling people that. The weird thing is I don’t fight with the girls I date. I don’t yell or get angry or act controlling. I try to show kindness. I try to be normal. Yet after a few days they start saying “I feel like something is missing” or “I don’t know what I want right now,” and then they just pull away. I don’t blame them, but it makes me wonder. Is something wrong with me? Or am I just in the wrong place, wrong time, wrong stage of life without noticing it?

Sometimes when I look back at each short relationship, I feel detached, like I’m watching a movie of someone else’s life. I try to be objective. What did I do wrong? Was I too polite? Too quiet? Too available? Maybe I answer messages too quickly. Maybe I say “yes” too often. Or maybe I don’t say enough interesting things. Maybe I’m boring. I don’t know. It’s strange because I like peaceful moments. I like sitting next to someone without forcing words. But I guess a lot of girls my age want excitement or drama or something that keeps the energy high. One girl even told me, “You’re too calm,” like it was a bad thing. I don’t think calm is bad. It helps me think clearly. Still, when someone says that, I start thinking maybe I should be louder or more spontaneous or more chaotic or something like that. But that wouldn’t be me. I don’t want to pretend to be someone else. Maybe the right person will like the calm. Maybe she will like the silence too. I keep telling myself “the right girl will stay,” even if it feels like a quote from some cliché poster on the wall. But sometimes clichés help when your heart is a little confused.

I try to stay positive. I really do. I look forward, not backwards. I keep reminding myself that I’m still young. Nineteen is nothing, right? I haven’t even figured out my own life plan yet. Maybe that’s part of the reason things fall apart fast. Maybe girls my age also don’t know what they want. Maybe everyone is just trying random things to see what feels right. I even looked up some stuff online, and I read somewhere, “Early relationships are practice, not final results.” That made me feel lighter. It was like someone telling me it’s okay to not have everything perfect now. I can accept that. I don’t feel angry at the girls who left. I don’t think they’re bad or mean. I think they’re lost too, the same as me. And even if my relationships were short, at least I tried. At least I opened up a little. At least I cared. And caring is something I don’t want to lose. I would rather be a caring person than someone who pushes feelings away. Even if it hurts a little at the end. Pain fades anyway. Hope stays longer.

So I guess I’m writing this to ask you honestly: is something wrong with me? Or maybe nothing is wrong and life is just doing its weird confusing thing. I’m not perfect, but I don’t feel broken. I don’t feel hopeless. I just feel like a person trying to understand himself while watching people drift in and out of his life. Maybe relationships ending quickly isn’t a sign that I’m unlovable. Maybe it’s just timing. Maybe it’s the age. Maybe it’s just normal and I’m overthinking it. I hope so. I hope things will change slowly, like weather getting warmer after a long cold week. I hope next time I meet someone, things last a little longer. And even if they don’t, I’ll keep going. I’ll keep learning. I’ll keep trying. Life is still long for me, and I want to stay hopeful. So tell me, what do you think? Am I missing something obvious? Or should I just relax, breathe, and trust that it will all make sense someday?

I'm not the one who's hurting here—at least, not the one that's hurting the most in this situation.

A good friend of mine has recently told me that they can't keep being around me because they've fallen in love with me. I've had a few instances of suspecting this during the past few years but I always brushed it off as me misconstruing things. No other friendship has compared to what me and this girl have. She's my best friend.

I grew up with very little close friends. Most of the time, I was the floater friend and so when it came to the rare occurrence of me developing really close friendships, I'd hold on to them like they were my lifelines.

Then I met this girl. It was 2022, I believe. We've been through a lot together, confided in each other during the darkest points of 2022-2025. And this year, I felt like our friendship was really developing as we'd see each other more often to hang out. We were initially online friends and circumstance has led us to living in neighboring cities.

She's one of the greatest people I know, genuinely. When I say that there's goodness in this world, she has proven that to me.

Earlier, she texted me earlier saying that our friendship has been weighing on her because she's known for a long time that she's developed feelings.

I told her that I understood if she's taking a break from talking to me or if she's completely cutting me off because clearly, if I keep being friends with her, she'd be operating at an expense. Being friends with her will only hurt her even more. I cannot be more than a friend even if I tried. And I'm feeling like I'm losing someone who's been an integral part of my support system. I don't want to lose her but I know it's selfish of me to want to keep being friends because her needs are clearly not being met in this situation.

She's said that nobody has ever understood her the way I do and that she's struggling to see anyone else who'd reach my level of understanding of her. And objectively, I know someone else is out there that can be just as good a friend as I was to her. But she likes me. And there's nothing I can do about this.

I know that this is something she has to deal with internally, that maybe time will bring us back together. I cannot stop her and I only want her to have peace of mind even if it's at the cost of cutting me off.

But she's my best friend. I'm in a dark spot right now and my support system is literally just 3 people including her and she's the person I'm closest to. Lmao not the best, I know.

I know what will happen when she does reply to my text. I just hope it won't be goodbye.

so, here's the thing. i'm 27 and have been through a few relationships since my ex and i broke up around two years ago. every time i think i'm moving on, bam, memories flood back in like i'm watching a highlight reel of better times. i mean, is it normal to still be hung up on someone this long after a breakup? sure, i dabbled with new romances, hoping they'd be my redemption arc, but somehow, i always find myself circling back to thoughts of him.

i broke up with my ex back then for what felt like the right reasons. we just couldn't see eye to eye, and life got in the way with its chaotic flare. the split was mutual, you know? everyone tells me that's supposed to make it easier, but i sometimes feel like i'm stuck in emotional purgatory. like, were we really over? it's been two solid years. two whole years. does love really just evaporate into thin air after a while? 'cause it sure doesn't feel that way for me.

dating around was weird at first - like, comparing these new guys to him wasn't even fair, but it's something i couldn't help. i had to push through those initial post-breakup vibes, trying to convince myself i needed to move on. met some decent dudes, but nothing ever clicked the same. maybe it's my mind playing tricks on me, or maybe deep down, i'm holding out for my ex like he's some nostalgic superhero. can anyone else relate to that? does missing someone you broke up with feel absurd?

the question dangling over my head now is whether i should try contacting him. would that be a smart move, or just opening a can of worms? i'm torn between leaving the past in the past and risking dredging up old drama. after all, there's no manual on how long you're supposed to wait before reaching out to an ex, is there? i've been obsessing over it, checking his social media like it's my full-time job, always hesitating at the brink of reaching out. i guess the thought of potential rejection is terrifying.

part of me wonders if i even want him back or if it's just some drawn-out comfort zone i'm yearning for. maybe it's not even love but a deep-seated familiarity whispering sweet nothings in my ear; but shouldn't everything start with a question? should i make that leap and slide into his dms or just let bygones be bygones? at the end of the day, it's a gamble - and who knows, maybe one day i'll roll the dice, or maybe i'll just keep sitting here in this limbo of longing. 🤷‍♀️

So, my best friend just broke up with his girlfriend a few days ago, and honestly, I have no clue how to handle it... Like, what do you even say to someone who’s heartbroken? 😕 He’s been with her for three years, and I could tell he really loved her. They had their ups and downs like any couple, but I always thought they’d make it work somehow. Now he’s just... empty, I guess. He doesn’t talk much, barely eats, and even when I try to joke around, he just gives that half-smile, you know the one? That smile that’s there just to make you stop worrying. It’s hard to see someone you care about going through that kind of pain, especially when you can’t fix it. I’ve been trying to hang out with him more, take him out for walks, grab a drink, or just watch something dumb to distract him, but I can tell it’s not really helping. Maybe I’m trying too hard? Or maybe I’m not doing enough?? I keep wondering what people actually do in these situations, like, do you let them cry it out, or do you keep them busy so they don’t think too much? 🤔

Yesterday, he came over to my place, and we just sat in silence for almost an hour before he started talking. He said, “I don’t even know who I am without her.” That hit me hard, not gonna lie. I wanted to tell him something deep or comforting, but my brain just froze. I didn’t wanna sound like those people who drop clichés like “time heals all wounds” or “you’ll find someone better.” Those lines sound so empty when you’re the one hurting, right? But then again, what else can you say when you don’t know how to take away someone’s pain? I just told him that it’s okay to not be okay, and that he doesn’t need to rush to move on. I also told him that he’s still him, with or without her. I don’t know if that helped, but he nodded, so maybe it did. Still, I keep asking myself, what’s the right balance between giving someone space and showing that you care? Because I don’t wanna smother him, but I also don’t wanna disappear and make him think he’s alone in this;

The funny thing is, I’ve never been through a serious breakup myself, so I can’t even relate to what he’s feeling. I can imagine it’s like losing a part of yourself, like this big void suddenly opens up in your life. You go from having someone to share every little thing with to having silence in moments that used to be full of laughter. I guess that’s why I’m struggling, I’m trying to understand something I’ve never lived. I don’t wanna be the guy who says “you’ll be fine” when I have no idea what fine even means in that context. Sometimes I think the best thing to do is just sit there and listen, without trying to fix anything. But at the same time, it feels weird doing nothing while someone’s clearly hurting. It’s that helpless feeling that messes me up. Maybe you’ve been in my place before? How did you comfort your friend when they were heartbroken? Did you talk it out, or did you let them figure it out on their own? I feel like everyone handles breakups differently, some need to talk, others shut down, and some pretend they’re okay until they actually are. 😔

I guess what I’m really wondering is, what’s the right thing to do for someone who’s not ready to move on yet but also doesn’t want to be alone? I can’t force him to forget her, and I don’t wanna distract him to the point where he’s just ignoring what he feels. Maybe comfort isn’t about finding the right words but just being there, showing up even when you don’t know what to say. I’ve been thinking maybe I could plan a weekend trip somewhere, just us, to get him out of the same routine. Or maybe I should just keep checking in, one day at a time. The hard part is seeing him blame himself for everything when I know it wasn’t just his fault. He keeps saying he should’ve been better, done more, listened more... but relationships end for a reason, and it’s never only one person’s fault. I told him that, and he looked like he wanted to believe me, but his eyes said otherwise. So yeah, here I am, stuck trying to figure out how to comfort someone after a breakup, not just say the right thing, but be the right kind of friend. Maybe that’s what real comfort is: showing up, even when you’re just as lost as they are. 💬

A guy fell in love with her. Totally, unaware how he will gonna express his feeling. One day, girl showed up a light .Then boy totally lost in his imagination. After talikng more than half year he got to know she had a boyfriend and he witnessed one day messaging , totally lost his mind, cant even show his anger to her cause she is the one whom he loved more than himself.

for context im man, now, i remember used to going out with my friend to places alot, and he would often bring his mother, to me something was clear she liked me for my presence, i was never a spare money or a thing for using out there, nothing like that, i didnt even speak too much, but still very inviting and would pay for me watch movies with them both, i tried give back and was told no dont worry u keep money, i have not even a real known personality or anything interesting, infact i should seriously get my shit together and not think about girls, but still, very accomodating, as if its for no reason, and i found that super hot (i never disclosed that to anyone, cuz friends mom its weird, and this time im doing it anonymous), what type is this, i surely wont encounter another one of these types, too rare, im surprised this was her behavior, atleast not for no reason, what was going on there

Am I the only one who feels like thire alone even if they are in a room full of people .

I'm neurodivergent and this is a comment thing for me .

any one else who is neurodivergent fee like this or is it just me.

is it healthy. to be,, like. so attached to some..iosjne. that lowk,, you wouldnt care. ho.w. bad they may,, act towardsyou and you would still wait,,for them. to return to uou..,, I feel like. a #bad. partner for it,,

what the title says. i was over the fact that she had a boyfriend, but having this memory adds a whole new layer and reignites the fire. it's a very very deep emptiness in my chest and i feel like a total manchild reacting so much to this. please don't give me advice on this it's totally just me venting and coping with the feeling

I’ll never shake away the pain

I close my eyes, but she’s still there

I let her steal into my melancholy heart

It’s more than I can bear

Now I know she’ll never leave me

Even as she runs away

She will still torment me, calm me, hurt me

Move me, come what may

Wasting in my lonely tower

Waiting by an open door

I’ll fool myself she’ll walk right in

And be with me for evermore

Hello, right now i’m in a very difficult period of my life. There’s a lot going on and if you’re willing to listen, i want to thank you for your time. Please note: I will talk about mental illness, sexual assault, divorce and

I’m a woman, turning 25 next month.

In 2015 my mother cheated on my father, I was 14 at the time. To this day, I regret telling my father what happened, but I thought and still think he deserved to know.

They wanted to divorce but stayed together, my father begged my mother to stay because I was depressed and he didn’t want to make it worse. That is why I regret my decision back in the day. But honestly, I think that was just an excuse, because when they tried again. I was left alone most of the time while they went clubbing, dinner, anything really. I’m an only child so it gets really lonely. Luckily my attempts failed because I’m still alive.

After that in 2023 my father cheated on my mother. They’ve been fighting a lot lately and I’ve been their “love therapist” they are fighting constantly and honestly, I don’t think it will ever work out now. They both fumbled.

At my previous job, I’ve been sexually assaulted. Unfortunately this is not the first time—that happened when I was 20.

So at my previous job I’ve been sexually assaulted twice. I’ve been called racial slurs which is also not okay, definitely not okay, but for me it’s bearable. But after being sexually assaulted, I’ve been afraid. At that time I had a boyfriend, and I felt really guilty because I couldn’t be intimate with him anymore and I knew it bothered him.

Since then I’ve been unemployed, I’ve been actively searching for jobs, yet I keep getting rejected. I know I should keep going and don’t lose hope, but getting rejected over and over really did something to my self esteem. Even jobs I’ve done before and have 3+ experience of, didn’t want me. I’ve applied for almost anything from restaurants to warehouse to office jobs to opticians and more. Right now I’m at that point where my social anxiety is really bad, picking up the phone has been very tough after I applied to jobs—resulting in me sabotaging my opportunities.

The worst thing is, I know what I have to do, yet I can’t make myself do it. I’ve been trying really hard.

My grandma has breast cancer, my aunt has two tumors in her head, and my now ex boyfriend was an alcoholic. My other ex cheated and used my money to gamble and the one before gaslighted me telling he would kill himself if I would break up with him.

I’ve been thinking of ending it, but I won’t. Because I can’t bring my parents more sadness than they’re already going through.

Just now, my recent ex and I had a fight. He was drunk and said a lot of things that hurt me. And since I’ve had a bad day already, that really pushed me over the edge—I relapsed. I feel guilty towards myself for giving in. I feel guilty by thinking of suicide. But I won’t give up yet, I want my last memories to be happy, before it’s time for me to leave.

Thank you for listening about what happened, these were moments that have scarred me the most and I struggle with the most. I wish I could go to therapy to work on myself, but it’s too expensive since I’m still unemployed.

Please don’t be mean to me, because I’m really not that strong. Thank you.

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I WISH I COULD BE A GIRL

AND THAT WAY

YOUD WISH I COULD BE YOUR

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BOYFRIEND

AM I PRETTY ENOUGH

TO LOVE BACK

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I WISH I COULD BE A GIRL

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ME

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AM I PRETTY ENOUGH

AM I PRETTY ENOUGH

TO FUCKING D-

Your rose is surrounded by the thorns of your strength, I know as much. Yet I hold it in my hand delicately in fear that those petals fall out in the breeze of my passion and regret

I can't help but ask why I keep holding it. Why do I torture myself with the thorns going through my fingers when the rose won't even bloom in my direction? My frustration grows. I hate it. I hate myself. From all the other flowers in the garden, why is it that this rose captures my attention? Why am I always drawn to its scent? I'm not certain the scent is meant for someone else, if any at all, but no doubt it's not meant for me. So why does it call for me? And why do I answer?

I'm only ever growing more sick of that scent. Or maybe it's the image of the delirium that came with the memories of you that urges my stomach to vomit my insides out. The elegance, the style, the dress, the smiles, the soft warm looks you used to give me - I hate them all. I wish I could hate them all. Maybe then I could let go. But no matter how much I try to convince myself otherwise, the world never looked good in black and white

I'm only ever growing more sick of that scent. Or maybe it's the image of the delirium that came with the memories of you that urges my stomach to vomit my insides out. The elegance, the style, the dress, the smiles, the soft warm looks you used to give me - I hate them all. I wish I could hate them all. Maybe then I could let go. But no matter how much I try to convince myself otherwise, the world never looked good in black and white

My heart still sinks at the sight of you. And the body rushes in the anticipation of talking to you again. The worst part is that I was fully aware, of my attraction, from beginning to end, but knowledge alone can't help what happens beyond it.

It's painful. Seeing you walk past. Never sure if you hate me for something I've done or for the times I walked past you with no reaction like you weren't there. Perhaps I deserve it. And yet I didn't know what else to do. No matter how painful seeing you is, it never compares to the days when you're not around.