Love Stories

why doesn’t my boyfriend love me anymore? he just got back from this two-week guys' trip to Thailand and boom... I'm invisible. It’s like flipping a switch. before his vacation, we were fine; sweet messages throughout the day, quick calls between meetings, you name it. now it's just crickets from his end. maybe it's culture shock coming back home seems alien compared to the party vibes over there. my friends say stress from work catches up with everyone after breaks but I smell something else; something fishy. it's bothering me that I can't put my finger on it.

you know when someone is multitasking a conference call while muting their notifications? textbook behavior in every professional playbook: ignore the noise until later but replace those emails with a girlfriend in this analogy and that's what I'm feeling firsthand. was our relationship really nothing more than background noise?

weird how he talked non-stop about some Phuket festival right as we sat down at the cafe where we had our first date. man, did he light up or what?! never saw him talk about our plans with such excitement unless you slapped on a ‘productive brainstorming session’ label, then maybe. never thought I'd say this but respecting both private time is blurred here.

then there's social media astronaut routine; blasting photos into orbit when none of us are in them together now? guess his new contact list gobbles more data than I do for breakfast.

so, standard mid-trip crisis or fresh thrill-seeker obsession sidelined in plain skin? too many rip curls rocking this small boat i captain. cheers to open threads! watch while I untangle more wires caught up here...

Hey guys. So I'm 19 and my boyfriend of 3 months just broke up with me. I know it doesn't seem like a long time, but it still hurts, ya know? I feel this weird urge to cry almost every day now😭 but the tears don't actually come out! It's like my emotions are stuck or something?? It's frustrating!!! Ugh.

I'm trying to stay positive and keep myself busy, but there's still that lingering feeling in my chest, wanting to burst into tears for no apparent reason. It's not even about missing him at this point. Maybe it's just all the changes happening in my life that is overwhelming? Or maybe I'm just being overdramatic😅

Anyway, I'm really frustrated with not being able to properly express how I feel. Everyone keeps telling me things will get better eventually... and while I believe them, right now it feels like such a struggle. Everything feels kinda dull... nothing seems fun anymore, you know what I mean?

But hey, deep down I know I gotta keep looking forward because that's what life's about...keeping on through the rough patches until you find your smile again😊 So here's hoping that moment comes soon.

recently, i have been encountering an unusual phenomenon regarding the appearance of an individual from my past in my nocturnal visions. 😅 it has come to my attention that this person, whom i had considered a closed chapter in my life's narrative, has inexplicably started surfacing during moments of rest and sleep. theoretically speaking, the human mind is often capable of remarkable feats when it comes to conjuring figures long lost to daily interaction; nevertheless, i am perplexed by this unexpected resurgence of dreams involving someone who once held significance.

in due course, one might speculate that such occurrences are mere byproducts of subconscious processes where the brain works through unresolved emotions or experiences while we slumber. it's quite curious how these dreams tend to reproduce situations from bygone days or settings we once shared, providing a peculiar realm where lived experiences mix with imaginary scenarios. moreover, the impact these reveries have on waking life can range from minimal amusement to temporary emotional turmoil;

from what i gather through various sources and conversations with peers facing similar episodes, there appears to be a consensus suggesting that intermittent reminders of individuals from our past may serve as subtle indicators for self-reflection and personal growth opportunities. paradoxically though we strive to focus on future endeavors, every now and then engaging with echoes of yesteryear presents itself under unexpected circumstances prompting introspection about one's path forward. perhaps embracing such interludes could unveil valuable insights that propel us towards renewed understanding. if nothing else at least they provide fuel for interesting breakfast discussions! 😏

Same old story with me. I'm like a broken record. I hate this. Some days I'm clearer, I can manage the flashbacks or the whatever. But other days I can't. I can't focus, I see images of things I don't want to see anymore or hear screams. Or I remember so vividly I get lost in the flashbacks for like, 3 seconds, and I even say what I'd have said, or did, during whatever moment I'm remembering. There's no Escape from it.

I hate that it's cost me so much. Of myself and ofc my pals. I just want this stuff out of my head. But that's impossible. Therapy be damned, I will always live with these memories, I know this, I've spoken to so many people with the same type of haunts, and it never, ever leaves. Will it persist to my deathbed? And always questions, stupid useless questions with no answer, but my childhood self is still asking why, how, why. Stupid! But I keep ah, keep on asking ahaha, ahhh fuckk man. fuck me. And sleeping, oh my love. My mistress(a full night's rest) fuckin eloped on my ass because I can't even get proper rest. Always screams.

Was easier when I wasn't in bed alone. Oh well. I wonder how much more of this I can take feasibly before idek. something has to change

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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?

what do you think is coursing my knee pain.?

as it doesn't seem to be gettin any better.and it is effected by the weather .

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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Would love any recommendations, personal experiences, or tips you have — especially ones that actually pay out reliably. Thanks in advance!

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.😭🌸