Love Stories

Damn I need a man😭, or support of any sort cuz school hasn’t been easy, working three jobs still struggling sigh. I’m young please I’ll do almost anything 😭🙏🏽

Let’s get one thing straight: being in love with two people simultaneously – is it possible or not? The heart wants what the heart wants, and sometimes it seems to want more than we can handle. Love isn't always a singular path, and I am living proof of that. I have found myself torn between two incredible individuals who offer me different things in life. One brings stability and a sense of comfort that makes me feel grounded, while the other offers excitement and a passion that rejuvenates my spirit. It feels like I'm straddling two worlds; each has its own unique charm – both appealing in their own right.

My partner 'A', an absolute rock, has been with me through thick and thin. He's dependable, reliable, and our relationship is built on mutual respect and trust. But then there's partner 'B' – vibrant, full of energy, always pushing boundaries... He's the fire to my ice! Yes, loving them both might seem unreasonable to some, but for me it's a very real dilemma. I find myself constantly questioning which form of love is more genuine: the steady warmth or the fiery passion? Is it selfish to want both? My gut tells me that having feelings for two people is merely human nature.

Professionally speaking (and let’s be clear here), many psychological studies suggest that polyamory is becoming increasingly recognized as a legitimate relationship choice around us. In fact, emotional capacity isn't considered finite by all experts; rather it’s seen as flexible enough to accommodate more than one intimate connection at any given time. Despite this understanding, society still imposes monogamy as the norm... But let's be honest; life isn’t black or white... it’s shades of grey filled with complex emotions! It’s tough juggling careers, social obligations (not to mention personal relationships) when you're in love with two wonderful souls simultaneously 💔.

omg can't believe i'm writing this but ya here we go: why's it so hard to stop loving someone who just doesnt care? like dude's not even nice. all my friends are telling me he's such an asshole and sometimes when I really think 'bout it, i kinda see what they're saying. but then i'll be out somewhere and see a dog doing something cute or some random thing that reminds me of him and it's like boom, i'm back to square one, missing him like crazy 🤦‍♀️ so what's the deal with love anyhow?

am i broken lol?! i dunno if its cause im 19 or just dumb but it's like my brain gets it (he doesnt give af) and my heart's sitting there going la la la happily brain checkmate. do any of u ever feel like that? being torn between what everyone around you says is no good for u and what ur own stupid feelings keep nagging you about? help 😰 honestly tho, how on earth do you stop loving someone before your whole life starts to revolve around them by default, ugh.

i'm unsure if anyone remembers me, but I was the dude who made those two posts a few monthhs ago. Just wanna do an update, she loved the flowers and was thankful for it since it was also her birthday just a few days after the closing day. Unfortunately, we had to part ways after that and now I'm a senior who's currently still moving on from her lol. And yes I did get rejected but in the upmost polite way possible, she was really sweet about it so it didnt sting much.

But now I'm back to square zero - I still see the same people in my classes, except herself and sometimes I just think about her but not in a too intense way of course. I'm also going to focus on my studies and more stuff in my school year and probably will stay out of falling in-love, kudos to the people who shared their views about my last two posts. Ik some were tough to read but it is very much valid and fair so yesyesyes I'm very sorry if my spelling and grammar is kinda mixed up right now, got really busy and haven't been focusing on literacy much but now I'm back and might do updates about what stuff is happening at this school year now. Anyway, I hope she's living her life and taking care of herself. Hope she meets the right person for her, and for the people reading this. I know it's long but thanks for sparing your time reading, hope you all have a great week. Take care ☺

As a woman, I've always been curious about what drives attraction between women sexually. While I'm certainly not an expert, it's something that has lingered in my mind for some time. I suppose that when we talk about attraction, a lot of us immediately think of visual elements - the ones that are evident from afar. It's easy to assume that physical attributes play a significant role in drawing someone's interest after all. However, what if that's only scratching the surface? What about personality traits or emotional connections? There's this nagging doubt in my head questioning whether such abstract components might actually overshadow appearances. After all, there's more to people than just their looks and it seems like there might be emotions at play that we're not fully aware of unless we dive deeper. Then there's this psychological perspective too which perplexes me quite a bit: how do personal experiences influence sexual attractions from one woman to another? I wonder if our own life stories shape whom we're drawn to on an innate level without consciously realizing why certain characteristics are so appealing while others aren't noticed as readily though logic might say they should be. Perhaps answers aren't straightforward since no one's identical even among those with similar orientations making sexuality complex like most things human-related without clear-cut explanations ready-made upon request despite thoughtful discussions surrounding these intimate topics purely because nothing remains static thanks ever-changing circumstances feelings introduce into equations defining endlessly evolving dynamics beyond simple summaries allow insightfully expressed perspectives illuminating nuances accentuating individuality within vast spectrum humanity constitutes.

[Translated from Arabic. Reminder: IIWIARS is English only]

well I don’t know how to start but I have a relationship with a friend of mine he is a friend of my ex-boyfriend and me and him studied for a year and before the final exams we used to go to the library together to study we would hold each other’s hands secretly and he would put his hand on my thigh and we would exchange touches but he loved me for the whole year and I noticed at the end of the year so we started getting closer to each other but during the exam his behavior changed and he became cold with me and now he told me that his feelings changed toward me and that it is because of several problems between us what should I do now

I am sitting in my dorm room at uni, just thinking... i'm already 19 and still a virgin. not that it's bad or anything... but it feels like everyone else around me has already crossed that bridge, you know? it's starting to stress me out honestly.

my friends don't know about this little secret of mine and i'm kinda dreading the day they might find out. feels like one of those things they all assume you're done with by now. i mean, we're all adults here. sometimes i worry what they'd think or say if they'd somehow find out.

i've been with my girlfriend since we were both 16. she's amazing and we're on the same page about a lot of things, especially our religion. we're both pretty committed to waiting until marriage but... man, sometimes it just feels impossible to wait that long.

i guess the big question rattling around in my head is: what's even the right age to lose your virginity? everywhere around me there's all these different messages being thrown about it. when you're this age you're supposed to be doing this or feeling like that...

it's confusing and makes me wonder if there's even a 'right' time other than what each of us personally decides for our own selves.

Alright, so here's the thing; I've been thinking about you nonstop lately and I don't even know why. It's like you're just renting space in my head without paying any kind of rent. I mean we haven't talked in forever but somehow, every little thing reminds me of you. It's weird right? Like I'll be driving or watching TV and boom, there you are in my mind again. And it's not like I'm mad about it or anything because to be honest, it's kinda nice having these memories pop up outta nowhere. But at the same time, it's also kinda frustrating because I'm trying to live my life here and focus on what's in front of me, not what happened ages ago.

What's crazy is that it's not just about remembering you from when we used to hang out or whatever. Even the little things remind me of you like songs or places we went together back then... I guess what I'm trying to say is that it's a mix of good vibes and a bit annoying at the same time. Don't get me wrong though, everything wasn't always perfect between us (you know how it was) but still there's this undeniable connection that's hard to shake off sometimes even though we're miles apart now both literally and figuratively speaking!

Maybe all this means something deep down who knows huh? Or maybe I'm just overthinking everything again per usual lol! Anyway figured I'd get it off my chest here.

So here I am, TWO years post-divorce, and I'm still hung up on my ex. How dumb is that? He cheats on me, then just packs his bags and leaves. Leaves me with the kids too! But here's the kicker... I still love him?! Makes absolutely no sense!!! It’s like some twisted joke life is playing on me.

I mean. I've tried to move on, you know, new hobbies, meeting new people (yea, right), but nothing sticks because my mind keeps wandering back to him. Why do our hearts have to be so slow at catching up with reality?

Every time I think I've turned a corner, something reminds me of him and boom! Back to square one... It's exhausting, like running a marathon you never wanted to sign up for in the first place. How can someone who clearly doesn't deserve my time still linger in my thoughts??

People say 'time heals all wounds', but what happens when the clock seems stuck? What am I waiting for anyway? Some magical day where feelings just disappear? Feels like wishful thinking...

It would be great if there was a manual or something, you know? Like 'how to stop loving someone who doesn't give a damn about you'. Somebody needs to write that book because frankly, I'm tired of feeling like this!

I feel stupid...

alright, so the latest chapter in my life saga just aired and it's called 'my girlfriend broke up with me,' not exactly primetime material but here's the tea. we met two years ago at this startup mixer, a breeding ground for disruptive ideas and failed investments (trust me)!!! she was smart, sassy, and had this amazing ability to make even the most boring networking event feel like a grand adventure into keynote speech trivia. ironically we synced up over an industry joke about how every 'AI' nowadays is basically fancy autocorrect. business buzzwords did have their use i guess. good times.

then fast forward to reality where work-life balance started feeling like an unhealthy obsession over mediocre coffee and clickbait articles titled '10 signs your tech job is stressing you out'. when you're juggling deadlines more aggressively than cirque du soleil performers, subtle changes fly under the radar until it's too late. arguments began popping up like bootcamp graduates: everywhere and never shutting up! it felt like debugging code at 2 am after your third energy drink questionable sanity levels included... yet there were moments of bliss too many to ignore!! once on our anniversary trip to the awesome napa valley vineyards she compared blending wines to merging product visions: full-bodied complex yet rewarding.

anyhow without dramatizing hopelessly i'm beep-deep in reflection mode scratching my head as i wonder what went wrong or rather how could such an epic glitch remain unfixed? thoughts drift between should’ve attentively listened pause feigned interest perhaps; might have tried that advanced interpersonal communication framework every relationship guru swears by... hindsight right? hopeful spirits intact though who knows maybe future collaborative endeavors love editions await. until then question mark-abundant nights empower discussions with friends solace beyond caffeine-induced insomnia explore personal growth unwanted stumbles leading toward eventual thriving zeniths. carry on heart!

alright fam, i gotta put this out here coz my brain's been cookin' on it for way too long. ever since i heard that 'if you think you might be gay, then maybe you are,' i've been questioning myself like crazy. mostly about how i'm supposed to even know, ya know? like, i get the attraction part, seein' a cutie walk past and thinking daaaamn... but what does it REALLY mean? 🤔

one minute i'm chilling watching netflix just vibing by myself and the next something pops up in the show and boom! i'm all tangled up in thoughts about whether or not it's normal to feel stuff about both dudes and chicks. it's like being stuck with dialup internet when everyone else has WiFi - slow as hell connectivity between my heart and mind.

i've read some studies from reputable places saying sexuality is fluid blah blah but let's be clear: studies ain’t getting involved in awkward convos at picnics with your fam about “why dont you have a gf yet?” or having mates assume you're into someone coz they're body type instead of their gender identity. it messes with your mojo man!

every time i try shar-ing this with someone comfortably close (my best bro knows shit), they throw sayings like 'you'll figure it out'. ugh thanks buddy...valuable input right there! trying labels feels weird too man - bi, gay, undecided technicolor dreamcoat maybe?! who knew discovering personal truths doubled as athletic endurance training?

do you guys also ever read countless articles n forums to explore solutions for this scenario? after losing hours hunting clues on late-night info benders without confessing indecisive-doom-timelines spirals turning minds turbulent? feeling distant due another human-made cloud hovering over headspace blocking fresh sunlight rays filtering opportunities tender clutches interpersonal intimate communion longtime far-off hoping heights meeting horizons together unsaid connections ever-changing manifestation holy roller disco unity surprise entrance existence disclosing characteristics previously overlooked hidden depths impacting upbringing relationships satisfaction otherwise unattainable triggering parts self no doubt unfamiliar partnership exciting happenings landscape changing joys anxiety laced speculation heart types stress therapy considered complex nature web proclaimed bond divine secret serendipitous tenant interior deterministic expression babble go figure careforeanyways just super confused guy asking ground bases reflection requesting honesty simplicity faithful dedication awaiting assurance ultimate unfurl opponent sound off solitairtune right refine soul aloud peace harmony comfort delightful whirlpool experimental acceptance contagious longing adapt consequential ambiguity freak existence cherished encompass perspective entertaining growth centric secure...

when talking about a mama's boy, the term often comes with preconceived notions and stereotypes. it's not uncommon for individuals to immediately envision a man who is overly dependent on his mother. however, there are multiple layers to this label that are often overlooked. yes, some might align with the stereotype (a grown man living under his mother's roof, taking her advice as gospel, and perhaps unable to form fully independent thoughts or relationships) but that's not always the case 😅. delving deeper into what constitutes a 'mama's boy' reveals more nuanced characteristics.

for some, being close to one's mother isn't indicative of weakness but rather showcases a deep respect and affection genuine in nature and unfeigned by societal expectations. modern society sometimes ridicules this dynamic as immature or unhealthy when in truth every relationship operates on its own terms. these bonds can be complex; they offer support during times of hardship and provide guidance when life's path becomes unclear. in today's world where authenticity is highly valued, such relationships should be understood within their context before any judgment is passed.

you ever just sit there and a random question pops in your head and you're like, where did that even come from? today at work, i'm just staring into space during lunch and suddenly i asked myself, "what's the biggest thing i've missed out on because of fear?" weird right? 🤔

so many times we overthink things or get scared of making wrong choices. it's like this cycle where we end up doing nothing new for fear of messing up. but what are we missing by being afraid to mess up? crazy how something small can spark this whole train of thought. reminds me of that time when my friend quoted a line from some movie about how 'not taking risks is the biggest risk' or something like that. it stuck with me you know? sometimes you gotta shake things up a little; life waits for no one.

I keep asking people whether things are okay, even when nothing has clearly gone wrong. I know it can be tiring to hear the same question in different words. I can see that from the outside. A person says they are fine, then I ask again later, and then I check their tone, their pause, their short reply, the way they leave the room. It is not very fair to them, and it is not very useful for me. Still, my mind treats silence like a report that has missing pages. It starts filling in the gaps with bad guesses. I do not think everyone is lying to me. I just do not trust that I understand what is happening.

The only honest name I have for this feeling is I need reassurance;

I try to stay calm about it, because I know people have their own lives. They get tired. They answer late. They forget things. They have bad days that are not about me. I can repeat those facts to myself, and sometimes they help for a while. Then one small thing happens, and the whole picture changes in my head. A message looks colder than usual. A plan feels less certain. Someone says “no worries” and I hear distance in it. I know this is not strong evidence. I know feelings are not proof. But knowing that does not always stop the doubt. It only makes me feel more foolish for having the doubt in the first place.

What I want is not constant praise or special treatment. I do not want anyone to manage my mood every day. I think I just want a clear sign that I am not a problem people are slowly getting tired of. That sounds needy, and maybe it is. But it also sounds human. Would you believe someone who said they still cared if they also seemed quieter, busier, and less warm than before? I am not asking that as a trick. I honestly do not know where the reasonable line is. Some people say trust should not need proof all the time. That makes sense. Other people say care should be shown, not just stated. That also makes sense. I am stuck between both ideas.

So I sit with it and try not to make it worse. I wait before asking. I write the message and delete it. I tell myself that one strange day does not mean the whole connection is ending. Sometimes that works, and sometimes I just feel like I am watching something fade while pretending I am mature about it. I wish I could be easier to reassure, or better, not need it so much. For now, I am trying to be honest without making it anyone else’s full responsibility. I am not sure whether that is enough, but it is the most balanced answer I have right now.

so here’s the deal guys, i’ve been married to my hubby for like five years. it’s been good, ya know? solid, stable, all that jazz. before him, i was always with dudes, never gave it much thought. i mean, i was pretty sure i was straight as a ruler, or at least i thought!!! but recently, something’s hella changed, and it's seriously got me spinning my wheels.

my best friend, let’s call her jen, and i have been tight forever. we do everything together, and it’s always been super chill. then one day, outta nowhere, i’m like, “whoa, why does jen suddenly look like art?” serious, i’m dropping my jaw every time she laughs or flips her hair 🤯 what the hell is happening?! am i going nuts or what??? i’m stuck here trying to figure out if i like her just as a best friend or if there’s more to it. real talk, have you ever had this kind of confusion before? i’m feeling like a total idiot. it’s like, do i even know myself? i thought i had my type down, but now i’m not so sure at all!!! you ever hear that quote that goes, “the heart wants what it wants”? it’s like that. jen’s my person, man, even more than i could imagine.

and now i’m sitting here, overanalyzing every damn text she sends, wondering if there’s something more between the lines or if i’m just losing my marbles. doing the whole, “uhhh, should i say something? do i just need a cold shower, or do i need a freaking life adjustment???” the fear is real, y’know? not tryna blow up my life, ‘cause my husband’s great, but curiosity’s eating me alive; maybe i just need a new hobby or something. anyways, when does admiration become too much admiration, huh??? like, can someone please tell me why a chick i never looked at twice like this before is consuming my brainspace?

bottom line, i’m shook. questioning my straight gal identity is wild. i don’t wanna mess up my friendship or my marriage; both mean the world to me, y’know? i’m hoping this is just a weird phase that'll pass, maybe it’s just boredom or some hormonal glitch or whatever. but damn, sometimes it really doesn’t feel like that!!! i guess this is just another day in the soap opera that’s my life. anyone else out there questioning everything or is it just me??? 😬 thanks for listening to my rant, guys. needed to unload. peace out.