Love Stories - page 5

life is like my cousin, I love it

bright colours move across my face

a butterfly takes gentle place

wings of pinks, purples and gold

a tiny story gently told

painted wings that flutter light

catching rays of golden bright

every smile becomes a part

of this unique work of art

bubbles rise like floating beads

catching light in glimmering steeds

they drift and dance around my face

mirroring colours with beautiful Grace

each bubble holds a memory so small

reflecting shadows that softly fall

painted wings and spheres gleam

like sunlight shown inside a dream

bubbles drift through velvet air

softly spiralling everywhere

they sparkle in the dim-lit room

like rising sparks that chase the gloom

now years have passed

the day is still

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but in my mind I feel the thrill

the colourful wings, the bubbles gleam

a solstices light, a passing dream

Got lots of love to give but no one wants to have it. They want the toxic ones.

Bro…

We have free will😦⁉️ if I’m unhappy w something do something about it. Like I get we can’t always change our situation and how we feel about them

LIKE IF SMT MAKES ME HAPPY I CAN GO DEEPER INTO THAT WTHH

But the classic saying…

‘You can change how you react to them’

Friends or no friends. My life is gonna continue. So I gotta stop this worry kinda and just do stuff(kinda limited rn but hopefully won’t be when I grow up 😭)

WRITE SMT DOWN ABOUT HOW UVE REALISES U CAN DO WHATEVER

Just the title

I’m currently sat at my mates and I feel a panic attack coming on and I don’t know what to do and my tics are playing up and I did want her to know so I’m js sat here trying my best stop a tic attack and I don’t know what to do can sm plz help me xx

Ok the title sounds so cringe 😭 BUT IM A LOSER TOO BRO. I am not typical wanting a bf bc of my looks and just stuff in my home life kinda. But like idk I guess I would want someone like me. No friends kinda odd. And I rather want a ROMANTIC relationship. Like I would consider online but theres pedos and the pressure of face reveals and a lot of problems. This is lek just a rant

Like spending that school year alone. Ig I’m starting to understand myself? Going to a new school in sept suprisingly 😭 idk whether I’m gonna make friends or just stay alone but tbh I kinda want to be alone. Or rather I would want to be pursued like with the whole friends stuff since I started school like I’ve tried making friends but yk people got their friends and can’t blame them for not trying to make new ones. But like my time sitting alone I wish that someone could have just walked up to me and asked if we could be friends and we do infact become friends. Ig u could say I wanted to be rescued. Also w online friends like I try to always look for that people but why can’t they look for me. Rn I’ve started a gc for people w no friends like me but I’m really doubtful that they actually got no friends. Well that’s kinda the rant dk how this correlates w life being good but I’m hoping I can actually be happy alone. Well for my new school I’m honestly not going to try making friends, I am not looking for anyone in real life or online it’s always kinda lead me to disappointment. But maybe i might find someone who actually looks for me friends or bf?😭 but tbh I fear my only problem like lek I’m still scared of like idk being perceived bc in my old school like I sat alone and people passed a lot I felt tensed. I’m tryna avoid that at my new school so I’m gonna have to find a place I can relax. Any advice on how to not care no matter how many people are passing?

Ok so has anyone had relationships where you just go like romantic stuff? no sexual anything (apart from kissing ofc) bc like idk why but anything entirely sexual is really starting to irritate me 😭 but is that even possible in this day and age? Especially with teenage boys minds now 🥀 like the vids I’ve seen are so oddd

I hate him. I hate how he makes me feel. I feel all the anger just pour into my heart when he comes around. Why do I hate him so much for so less? I always blame the abortion to be the reason but it seems like everything is pushed down. I hate how sorry he feels for himself. He sits in the bathroom, crying about how “mean” I am. I wouldn’t be mean if he didn’t keep trying to manipulate me. He lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. When I look over at him all I see is everything he’s done. He doesn’t comfort me when I cry and says it’s my own fault, because I don’t let him. He’s tired of me. I always runaway now when I’m tired. I cuss him out. I cheat back now too. Even after all of this he won’t let me go. He wants me to become an evil person so his “mistakes” and all of the shit he put me through gets swept. We’ve built this life together and started planning. Now I can’t even kiss him. I can’t even hold his hand. Whenever he touches my body I shiver in disgust. All I can think about is her. He doesn’t know how to comfort people but I’ve seen what he did for her. Just his “female best friend”. I hate all of his friends. They all are friends with his ex best friend and still hangout. I feel like I’m losing my mind trying to figure everything out. I’m trying to understand why or how. When did we go so bad? Now all we do is fight. The man I once loved is someone else.

I’ve been trying to figure this out for a while now, and it’s been kinda messing with my head 🤯. So I’m 21, and until a few months ago, I really thought I was straight. Like, I dated girls, had crushes, even imagined a life with a wife and kids. Then I met this guy… and everything changed. We’ve been together for a few months now. He makes me feel seen, comfortable, and weirdly calm. It’s not some wild dramatic love story, it’s just… real. But now I’m questioning everything. Am I gay? Bi? Queer? What even is the difference between gay and queer? Does one mean attraction only to men, and the other something broader? Or is queer just a vague umbrella word?

It’s confusing when you thought your identity was fixed and then suddenly it’s like someone handed you a completely different map. I mean, I get that sexual orientation is a spectrum and not everything needs a strict label, but I can’t help feeling like I’m missing a piece of the puzzle. Like I need a word to explain who I am to myself, not just to others. Some friends told me “queer” just means not straight, and it’s more fluid. Others said it can be political or cultural too. So does that mean “gay” is more specific and narrow? I don’t want to call myself something that doesn’t fit, but I also don’t wanna stay in this limbo of uncertainty forever 🌀.

Maybe some people don’t care about labels, and I respect that. But for me, having a word that feels like mine matters. It’s like trying to wear clothes that aren’t your size — you can still wear them, but it’s uncomfortable and weird. Sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve to call myself gay, like I haven’t earned it or something, which is probably dumb, I know 😅. But if I say I’m queer, it feels safer, softer, more open. Yet it also feels like I’m avoiding clarity. Does anyone else feel that way? Is it okay not to know exactly where you stand yet?

At the end of the day, I’m grateful. I have someone who loves me, and I love him. That’s more than I ever expected when I started this year. So even if I’m lost in all these labels and meanings, I know I’m not lost in my feelings. I just wish language didn’t make it feel like such a test. Why is it so complicated to say who you are? 🤷‍♂️ Anyway, if you’ve been through something like this or have thoughts on the difference between gay and queer, feel free to share. Maybe I’m not the only one still figuring it out. Maybe figuring it out is part of the journey.

I want to leave. I want to leave. I want to leave. I want to leave. I hate it here and I can’t handle this anymore. I have never been chosen. I’m always the last one to be picked. I always will be forever. I wasn’t the wanted daughter. I wasn’t the wanted friend. I wasn’t the wanted girlfriend. I wasn’t the wanted wife. I didn’t get to have my baby I wanted for years. Maybe that lady was right. I don’t deserve it. Or maybe it was just a sign, He couldn’t be my baby’s father. How dumb am can I be.? How many times can I handle this before it’s over? You lie to them. You smile to them. You act like nothing had happened. How can I look at you when all I see is her? You wanted her and you won’t tell me it. I don’t know what I want but answers. I feel myself losing trying to understand why. Why will I never be the one? Is it truly because I don’t love myself? Anytime I love myself I seem to not want anyone around. Maybe it’s not even love. I sometimes feel I can’t love, like I don’t even know what that feeling is. My dream is to be alone but I can’t stand sleeping by myself.

Talk to me I know you want to talk to me tell me how u feel coz it felt like I'm under someone's wing except it has its good side and bad side lol but hey thanks for the good side I guess

What do men even want in a woman? Seriously?? I’m 33 now and honestly, I’m tired of trying to figure it out. I’ve been polite, patient, understanding, supportive… and still I get ghosted, cheated on, or told “you’re amazing, but I’m not ready.” I’m not trying to be dramatic, I swear, but how many versions of myself do I need to become before one of them is finally enough? I’m not saying I’m perfect—far from it—but I’ve put in the effort. I communicate clearly, I listen, I compromise. And every time, it still falls apart without warning. I get left standing there like, okay… what was I missing this time?

Some of these men said they wanted “a woman who has her life together.” Cool. I’ve got a good job, a decent apartment, hobbies, close friends, and a stable routine. Guess what? Then I’m “too independent” or “intimidating.” One said it felt like I didn’t need him. Isn’t that the point? To want someone, not need them? Others said they wanted kindness, softness, warmth. I gave that. I gave so much of it that I started losing pieces of myself trying to keep them comfortable. Then they’d just… fade out, like it was all too easy. Do men want chaos? Do they want to fix something? Because apparently being emotionally stable isn’t sexy unless you’ve got some sort of crisis attached.

I tried asking. Literally. I’ve sat across from a guy, calmly asking him what went wrong, what he was looking for, what I could’ve done better. You know what I got? “It’s not you, it’s me.” Classic. Useless. Vague. Like he downloaded that line straight out of a break-up simulator. I’ve had exes come back later, saying they messed up, they didn’t realize what they had. But at that point I’ve already done the work to move on. I’m not anyone’s checkpoint on their way to emotional maturity. It feels like no matter how good or balanced I try to be, it’s never the right time, never the right me. I’m seriously starting to wonder if there’s even a version of a woman that actually fits what they want;

I’ve heard men complain about being used, being lied to, being pressured. I get it, truly. Relationships are hard on everyone. But when you show up with honesty and care and still get dismissed like a failed audition, it’s hard not to get cynical. I’m tired of being told I’m “too much” when I show real feelings and “not enough” when I hold back. It’s like there’s some imaginary Goldilocks zone I’ve never been able to reach. So I’m asking—genuinely—what do men want in a woman? Because if it’s not emotional stability, self-sufficiency, loyalty, and clear communication… then what the hell is it?

I’m not angry, just… done pretending this makes sense. If you’re a guy reading this, and you’ve ever broken up with someone like me and couldn’t explain why—do you even know? I’d love to believe it’s not all just about looks or ego or timing, but damn, it’s starting to feel that way. I’ll keep being polite, kind, respectful. That’s who I am. But I’ve stopped bending. I won’t become a puzzle piece just to fit into someone else’s picture. Thanks for listening to this rant. Honestly, I just needed to say it out loud.

Apologies for the dramatic title. I feel this doesn't even sound too big for all this and I think a lot of people here might think the same. I talked to my friends, family, and even AI in hopes it would feel lighter on my chest, but I don't see any improvement. I've sent this on reddit, and I'll send it here

I'm currently in the summer course of my second year. I spent these 2 years relatively shut off, only friending select people and keeping a respectable distance from everyone else. My main fear was getting attached to someone and letting it affect me and my studies. I kept telling myself that my objective was finishing my degree and getting out of here. And for a while, it worked, until we had our science expo.

The girl in question was someone I shared a class with in our first year. We interacted barely, and I didn't think of her at all previously. Not because she was bad, but I felt we were both on completely different wavelengths, you know? In the spring of the second year, we shared a class again. I don't know what happened, but this time, it felt different. But I tried to ignore it. I told myself this was an infatuation that'll pass. At the end of the semester, we both had a project to show off at the science expo. I was going around the booths to genuinely support the people participating, like I'd want someone to do for my project. And then I came to her.

She was lit up. So energetic. It was the first time I saw her that way. She showed me all about her project, and I even asked her some questions as engagement. We even joked around when the experiment had a mishap. Then, unprompted, she asked me about my booth. I showed her where mine was since it was relatively far, and she told me, apparently, that she was looking for me, and thought I was at a certain place which had most of my friend group in there, and said she'd visit. She came with her friend, both waited in line while one of the professors was seeing my booth. It took a while, and I noticed she had to come back to her booth for visitors. After we were both done, I noticed she was constantly glancing at my booth and back to her phone. I felt awkward, so I did this weird gesture of invitation with my hand, signaling that it's all ready for her. In retrospect, I felt this gesture could've made things awkward. But it wasn't, which caught me off guard. She laughed, rocking her head back and forth and doing the thing where she covers her mouth while laughing. Then she instantly came, telling me to "show her all I got" and that she'll "rate me honestly". We talked a lot at that time.

Now, due to how long this is, I've thought it's best to describe this one in detail since I feel this was a pivot moment. And after the expo? We talked. A lot. We helped each other during finals week, laughed, and joked. I got to meet her mom accidentally, which was another story in itself. Before I knew it, I was talking with her late at night. But now, since we finished spring and she's not taking summer, I feel both of us drifting apart. At first, I was strictly talking to her like anyone else, not putting her in any kind of place. But then I noticed myself thinking about her, waiting for her reply, looking forward to talking with her again. And now that we barely talk, I honestly feel like shit. And for some reason, I feel ashamed of the way I feel toward her. And what I feared the most is starting to happen. So far, my studies haven't been affected, but I feel sad. And it's not her fault. I keep telling myself, "She's not why you're here," "People come and go," and "You care about her way more than you should," but none of them help. I tried to do hobbies, and they all felt duller. I talked to my family, my friends, and GPTs, and they all say I'm brave and all, and there's no shame in feeling this way. And don't get me wrong; they're right. But no matter how much I'm told, no matter how much I know, no matter how much I say, I still feel like shit.

There's a lot of stuff I haven't said to not make this longer than it already is. Sorry again for the length of what seems to boil down to "a kid that fell in love with his classmate," but I figured there's not much else to try anymore. Thank you for reading