Love Stories

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It's been difficult as of late. So many struggles. Another one of mine, one that sort of brick walls me- is the loss of my Fiancee. We'd met when she was a receptionist at my doctor's office. She was gorgeous, witty, intelligent. A passion for music, and travel. A wandering soul like me. She soothed me, and gave her all to me, and we shared some of the finest and most tender moments of my life.

Things were difficult for her growing up, like myself. And, well, I can attest to what happens when you spend too much time running from old haunts. It's no easy task, especially for certain types of PTSD. We'd both come from violent families. I dealt with it my way, but for her, she drank. She wasn't like that at first. It was a gradual decline. I tried everything. For a year and a bit I worked 3 jobs to support us as she began to withdraw more and more. It broke my heart, and still does. I tried to get her family, the ones who were good and normal, to help me get her into rehab. She wasn't ready, I guess..

Eventually things got to the point she began to get very bad. Sometimes she'd throw stuff at me, yknow, she'd had flashbacks like I would. It's hard to hold it against her. I often wonder what I could have done better. We ended up splitting up for a year, and she began to slowly crawl out of that life. She finally began to get better, and then I lost her. Car accident. She was 23.

That was in 2022. We were together 4 years. She was my precious love. All this time later I haven't even visited her grave.. I can't. I can't do it. Her sister, she's very sweet, often checks on me, and we reminisce of Her. She asked me if I'd be looking into dating again. I confessed, it's difficult. I still think of Her. She understands. And, as time has gone on, my pals or my brother asks: When are you going to try and date again?

Not to rush me, but, I guess they thought by now, I'd try again. I was the best version of me, with Her. I cooked, I cleaned, I was spontaneous and always had a surprise trip, or something. We shared a garden, it was beautiful. We grew tomatoes and berries, cabbage. Fuck, what a woman. Truly special. I think I'd like to try and date again, but I'm nervous. I'm scared of losing someone like that again. I was a complete mess after she died for like, two years, just absolutely fucking destroyed. I've chatted to some gals, but I can't seem to do more. I mean I'm not one to hook up, that's not my style, but even going on dates, I just feel scared to be hurt. Strange no? Maybe? Ahh, what do I know

there's this guy im very attached to and like. But things ended like 2 years ago and i still miss him at times and feel like im going crazy all the time cuz hes in my head 24/7 which is very annoying. I have tried literally everything from no contact to no stalking and everything but after a few months i end up having crash outs from feeling loneliness and just missing him. That guy has zero interest in me. Doesnt want me. I feel like i might move on if i were to date someone else but i dont wanna date right now i just wanna focus on myself and live my life. And maybe look for a partner when i want to settle down or get married. What do i do. This guy that i really really like what do i do about it now. He ghosts me avoids me but i just wished he would block me instead of just ghosting. And kind of everything that happened between us broke me so much i dont think i'll ever even wanna be in a relationship ever again.

So I stopped in at a restaurant to eat and around the corner comes this guy with makeup on, a deep gravely rumbly voice like butter and from the moment we locked eyes, neither one of us could stop smiling. He was even dancing around the restaurant when certain songs came on and pointing at me and winking at times. I was too scared to ask him for any contact info or to be friends because I'm in between jobs at the moment and don't have an active phone right now and didn't want to be too embarrassed. I kinda wish it wouldn't be too creepy to see if I could find him online and ask if he wants to be friends. He was cute as hell and had a style that I definitely loved. I feel like he would be a great friend if anything.

I honestly don’t even know where to start, after my complaint on here three weeks ago, he reached out to me on telegram and requested for my wallet, words couldn’t describe how I felt that day. You didn’t just talk — you actually showed up for me. That $600 you sent covered my tuition when I needed it most, and because of you I get to stay in school and keep chasing what I’ve been working so hard for.

I won’t forget this. Thank you, for trusting me, and for changing my situation when you didn’t have to do anything at all.

I’m grateful beyond words. Thank you, truly.

So here's the thing: I always thought that saying "If you're in love with two persons choose the second one" was some cheesy rom-com crap, something you'd find on a quote poster next to "Live Laugh Love". But dang it, maybe it's got some truth to it. A couple of months ago, I was caught up in this whirlwind drama where I had feelings for two people at the same time. Yup, exactly as messy and confusing as it sounds! It's like my heart couldn't make up its stupid mind. There was person one, who I've known forever. The kind of friend that turns into more, you know? Comforting, reliable... but maybe too predictable? And then there was person two who just swooped in all charming and exciting like a breath of fresh air. Made me feel alive with all these butterflies and stuff. Now that's what you call a plot twist!

I spent sleepless nights overthinking until my brain felt like mashed potatoes. Eventually, after weighing pros and cons like some sort of emotional calculator, I picked person one thinking 'better the devil you know', right? Big mistake! Not even weeks later did reality hit hard when all those old routines came creeping back reminding me why things never took off before; predictability kills romance folks!!!! Meanwhile person two drifted outta my life like yesterday's news leaving behind questions 'what if...?' rippling through ever since. Guess "you snooze ya lose" is fitting here huh?!

Yeah yeah hindsight is 20/20 blah blah but seriously why didn't someone shake sense into me?! All those signs staring right at ya yet ya still screw up royal style (my own personal version of love island without cameras). It's frustrating how easily comfort can blind us from genuine feelings sometimes creating this false security blanket wrapped tight around our choices convinced they're correct while deep down inside whispers tell ya otherwise.

Now I'm stuck playing catch-up trying desperately not letting regret drown everything else out coz honestly coulda-beens really suck don't they!? So lesson learned folks: trust your gut even when logic screams opposite direction coz let's face it sometimes hearts are smarter than brains anyway amirite?? Anyway good old hallmark advice wins again! Next time I'll listen... maybe...

Can you really have more than one love language? I mean, I get it that everyone has their own way of expressing and receiving love, but isn't it going a bit overboard to juggle between multiple ones? Listen, I'm not some relationship guru or anything, but I can't ignore the fireworks people make about these 'love languages'. We're living in an era where saying “I love you” ten different ways seems like the new normal; where an itch to receive gifts might just translate into your partner's idea of a warm hug. But man, how do you navigate through this labyrinth when there’s so much contradiction? 😅

Relationships aren't exactly my forte. Nevertheless, I've seen folks bend over backward trying to tick off every box on the love language checklist. It's chaotic seeing them bounce from words of affirmation straight to physical touch and back again. If you're whispering sweet nothings while simultaneously pulling off grand acts of service... doesn't it become exhausting rather quick? Trying so hard to be who they think you need them to be is like watching someone running a marathon at sprint pace.

The theory behind those five love languages is cool though: words of affirmation, acts of service, receiving gifts, quality time and physical touch... all neat little boxes right? They say understanding these helps build stronger connections (or whatever) but isn’t assuming everyone fits neatly into one or even worse forcing yourself into a specific category problematic in itself? Sigh... People seem so obsessed with fitting themselves into these molds as if that's gonna magically fix their relationship woes.

Not gonna lie; I'm guilty of buying into this hype too once upon a time. 🙄 Everyone's raving about how knowing each other's language can smooth things out but isn't it possible we're overcomplicating simple human affection? Isn't love supposed to be intuitive rather than instructional manual dependent? It annoys me endlessly when something beautiful becomes industrialized just because some 'expert' scribbled a bestseller.

In conclusion (if there's ever such a thing when ranting), maintaining genuine bonds shouldn't feel like deciphering ancient hieroglyphics or jumping through flaming hoops for validation! Let heart-led actions guide instead: chase authenticity over gimmicks any day! But then again... what do I know anyway?

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I am eating on physio but the doctors aty go won't help me and won't give me the pain killers that I know work..so I'm left take medication that don't always work and I'm actually taking more that I should be to just be I a little bit less pain.

caught feelings for someone who was never mine to begin with. how did i let myself even get to this point... it’s funny like, you find yourself daydreaming about scenarios that will never exist and suddenly it feels tragically bittersweet when reality sinks in. friends asking if something is going on and you’re here thinking, 'Isn't nothing actually happening?' What do they know that I've missed? despite knowing from the start there was no establishment of anything significant beyond a friendly camaraderie, the heart sometimes refuses to follow what the mind logically understands. whether through shared interests or engaging chatting (that one time we had a heated debate about which superhero is superior), these little moments fostered a fondness. oh deceptive yet innocent illusions of potential romantic chapters...

I know this is a confession site but still..

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I’ve got a full life ,good friends, a job I actually like, and way too many houseplants ,but I’m ready to share it with someone special. I miss having a boyfriend: the good morning texts, spontaneous weekend plans, deep talks at 2am, and someone to split desserts with.

I’m affectionate, a little sarcastic, and I love deep conversations as much as silly ones. If you’re kind, funny, emotionally available, and actually interested in building something real… please kindly leave a comment under my story so we can move things up and let’s see what happens.

Bonus points if you’re a dog person, can make me laugh until my stomach hurts, and don’t mind me stealing your hoodies.

Let’s skip the games and go straight to the good part.😭🌸

Hi so my love life has been shit and so I've written some piece. I have no prior experience in writing or anything. I just wrote whatever I wanted to and this is what i've written

BLASPHEMY

Author’s Note: This piece is my own personal story which is inspired to me by the song I love and relate, Kalapastangan by fitterkarma

“ I’ll die with a smile

As long as you are by my side

I’ll live with regret

If I couldn’t make you smile one day yet

It is blasphemy not to love you

It is madness not to think of you

If the world were to suddenly fall apart

You’re the first one I’d look for….”

If one were to ask how I feel about you, these words would always be the first to conquer my mind.

I can feel them rushing through the blood in every part of my body, engraving my soul. All my five senses; sight, hearing, smell, taste and touch, yearns for you only, only you….

How could I ever stop loving you? It’s a sin to even think of such dreadful thoughts!!!!

I wonder how much of everything was real to you? Maybe everything was fun to you, though it was never to me and will never be. I was foolish to think I ever meant something to you. My whole world crashed as I realized I’ll never be…

They are sick of hearing about you, they tell me to forget about you. But how could I ever!? One told me to admire you but how am I supposed do that only as I have always admired you from faraway…

It aches to have the thoughts of you forever disappearing from my life. It pains to let go of you.

I wish I never realized I love you…

They tell me to not overthink and I’ll be okay but what wrong have I done? Is it a sin to love someone very deeply? They don’t believe me when I tell them I’ll keep on loving you even if you don’t exist in my chapter anymore but I know for sure you’d be the one for me as long as you exist, even if years passes by…

Even though it was for short moment, I’ll keep it close to my soul for eternity. The thought of moving on, forgetting about you and falling in love with someone new genuinely kills me deep from inside. I was over the moon when you first texted me and I could feel happiness oozing out from myself during the times we spent together.

I curse the universe for this seriously. Why does the universe have to play this game to me? Ever time I wanted to forget about you, the universe would keep reminding me about you!! If only I never realized I loved you, if only you didn’t text me and met me; would I be in this much pain….

I don’t want these emotions to be fleeting, I don’t want to forget about my love for you. So, I can be reminded of this everytime if I start forgetting. If only you knew how much everything meant to me. You’d always be the one in my mind always and every passing moment, the one whom I look for amongst the places I go, knowing you’ll never be there….

I LOVE YOU “S”.

Music Credit: “Kalapastangan” by fitterkarma (lyrics translated by iyang)

i thought i was over him you know? breaking up seemed like the right choice at the time. we'd been together for almost three years and things felt... stagnant. we stopped talking about anything meaningful. every conversation was mundane, revolving around what to eat or when to hang out with friends. it felt like we were just going through the motions. i thought maybe love had faded away and that stepping out of it would be freeing.

two months later here i am sitting alone with this overwhelming feeling of regret gnawing at me. it's like a constant dull ache inside me and i can't shake it off. in the moments where everything feels too much, i miss his presence more than anything else. that familiar voice, those gentle reassurances, even our comfortable silence together... those things have been haunting me ever since we parted ways.

it's not easy seeing him move on either, he's got a new girlfriend now which only exacerbates my feelings of loss. they say time heals all wounds but time seems to be pouring salt into mine right now lol. im trying not to get upset every time i think about them together because it's partly my own doing anyway but deep down i'm lost and sad.

so many nights i've wanted to reach out tell him how sorry and stupid i feel for leaving but then these doubts creep in whispering 'would he even care?'. what if he is truly happier without me? the thought weighs heavy on my mind making it hard to breathe sometimes😔i guess i wrote this because holding it all in isn't helping anymore.

I was on the subway yesterday, minding my own business as usual, when I overheard this word that really got me thinking. Biromantic??? What in the world is biromantic? 🤔 As someone who strives to stay informed and up-to-date with modern terminologies, this left me completely perplexed. I'm not someone who easily lets things go when I don't understand them, especially if it's a term being used casually by others like it's common knowledge!

I'm pretty open to learning new stuff, but what bugged me was how casually the people were discussing this biromantic thing, almost as if it was as widely understood as something like 'vegetarian' or 'introvert'. They seemed so confident and at ease discussing some aspects of their romantic orientations that I felt a bit embarrassed about my ignorance on the subject. It made me wonder just how many more terms are out there that I'm oblivious to.

Upon returning home, I couldn't help but dive into a little research (yeah, that's just me). To my understanding – though please feel free to correct me if I'm wrong – identifying as biromantic means that an individual experiences romantic attraction towards multiple genders. Not necessarily sexual attraction... Just romance. Huh??? I'm trying anyway to wrap my head around distinguishing between romantic and sexual attractions and how they can exist independently in someone's identity.

In all honesty, it's quite fascinating to witness how human identities continue to evolve over time. It's these kinds of encounters that remind me of how diverse our world truly is! While I'm still processing all of this information (with way too many question marks), I can't help but think back on the conversations I overheard and wonder: should I have interrupted to ask for clarification? But hey–who wants to be that person interrupting strangers mid-discussion on public transportation! 😅

I've been dealing with a situation that’s a bit tricky to handle. So, here it goes: I'm a married dude (just hit the 2-year mark) and life's pretty good on that front. My wife? She’s super nice and we've got three kids together. A little chaotic but in a good way. Now, here's where things get complicated. There's this colleague at work, right? She's absolutely stunning and always seems like she's flirting with me. Not to mention the countless times she's asked me out for drinks or dinner or whatever. Each time I have to say no thanks, even though every part of me wants to say yes.

Don't get me wrong, I love my wife more than words can express, but this situation is starting to mess with my mind. I mean she’s gorgeous (and if I’m honest) it's flattering having someone show that kind of interest in you. But dang! It's tough not to let these thoughts linger longer than they should... 😓 At work, her presence is hard to ignore and it's becoming increasingly tricky not to fantasize about what it'd be like if I didn't keep saying no. The right thing (I know) is distance and keeping things professional but man... sometimes that's easier said than done.