Love Stories - page 7

A dude I once had a “it’s complicated” thing with love bombed and leave. But I couldn’t leave cause I was too attached. I did end up leaving but it left me traumatized and always wanting him back. I don’t want him back anymore but the trauma is still there.

I’m just really tired and I wanted somewhere to vent that wasn’t to someone I knew, and it was better than my notes app. For the past 6 years I was severely abused in every sense of the word. I got raped at 14 in my school bathroom, and then it just kept happening from different people. I’m in college now which is weird. I moved out. Moved across the country and I just don’t feel better. I got assaulted again here. And then I was dating this guy for a few months and found out he was just using me for sex and he told me he never cared about me. Then I got pregnant and miscarried. He doesn’t know. Barely any of my friends do and they think I’m joking. I relapsed so bad that my wrists from elbows are coated. And I’ve been talking to this guy that I really like but I think he just wants sex too. I’m so sick of that being my only place of worth or value. I deserve more I just can’t find it. Anyways the guy that got me pregnant and doesn’t know texted me last night. I went over to his place and he just cried and apologized for everything for hours. It kind of made me spiral and crash out. My ex girlfriend who I never really got over also followed me on instagram so that’s insane. It just feels like no matter what I decide it’s the wrong decision and like everything is always my fault.

My confession.

Well

I’m 14, newly 14. I recently have had a baby. Titus, is what I named him, no one knows. No one thinks that he’s mine, I’ve been just saying he’s my mom’s, she’s absolutely pissed about it but she loves him. I just can hold it in, telling people he’s not my baby and that I feel the longer I tell people he’s not mine the more he will think that I’m not his mother. I refused to stay at the hospital for the 3 days because I would’ve missed school and it would’ve been suspicious. So I went, literally eating pain medicine for lunch and breakfast. I have to pump everyday before and after school, I do this because He is tongue tied and breastfeeding him is difficult. The father doesn’t know yet, and I don’t think he ever will. What do I do?

So i like this boy named Kaleb but hes dating a girl named Allison and i have liked Kaleb for 5 school years but 7 normal years and he has rarely talked to me or noticed me the last time he did i found out he was a very sexual guy and i didn't know how i felt about that but i think i still like him and now his GF his threatening to fight me for him but then i like my ex as well his name is Leo and he told me to kill myself when we broke up but now i'm friends with Leo and i don't know what to do!

so one of my friends said my hair looks pretty today :D

the hairdo is fairly simple, just the top half of my hair in a ponytail and the bottom down and long, but when she complimented it it made me so happy

and a little bit earlier, I got triggered by a splatter on the wall at school that looked like blood and she was understanding and gave me a hug

she's just so nice and I think I might like her...

she's like my bestie and has helped me w stuff in the past.

and seeing her gives me a little flip in my stomach

and I cant help smiling when I think of her

but I mean she's already taken and I don't think shed like me anyway

what do I do?

ok so like i don’t even kno what happened. one day he was all sweet n talkin to me in class, laughin at my dumb jokes, sayin good morning on snap, just bein cute n stuff... and now? it’s like i don’t even exist. he don’t look at me, don’t reply, don’t even open my messages sometimes. i keep re-readin our convos like, did i say somethin wrong?? was i weird?? was i too much?? i swear i been thinkin about it nonstop and it’s makin me feel like i’m goin crazy. we used to talk every day and now it's just silence. and it hurts way more than i thought it would. i didn’t even realize how much i liked him until he started actin like i was invisible. like bruh what changed???

he was the first boy who made me feel kinda special, u kno? not like those fake boys who just wanna mess around. he actually listened to me, asked me about my day, remembered the lil things i said. he used to sit by me at lunch, even helped me with math one time (even tho he lowkey sucks at math lol). i thought it meant something, fr. like we had a thing, even if it wasn’t official or whatever. nd now it’s like he flipped a switch. i saw him talkin to some other girl the other day and he smiled at her in that same way he used to smile at me and ngl, it felt like a punch in the stomach. i told myself i wouldn’t catch feelings but i did and now here i am, listenin to sad songs like a dummy n tryna not to cry in front of ppl.

i asked my friends what i should do n they all said stuff like “forget him” or “he’s not worth it” but that don’t help. i don’t wanna just forget him. i wanna understand what i did wrong. like, was i too boring? too clingy? not pretty enough? it’s messin with my head. every time my phone lights up i hope it’s him but it never is. i be dreamin about him textin me like “hey sorry i was busy” or “i miss u” but it never happens. just more silence. and the worst part? i still like him. i still wanna talk to him. and i hate that. why do i care so much about someone who clearly don’t care about me anymore?

i keep tryna tell myself that if someone can just stop talkin to u like that, they were never really yours in the first place. but it don’t make it hurt any less. i miss how it felt when we were vibin, when i thought maybe, just maybe, this boy actually liked me for me. now i feel dumb. like i made it all up in my head or somethin. maybe he got bored. maybe he found someone better. maybe he never liked me at all. i dunno. but what i do kno is that bein ignored like this sucks. it makes u feel small. invisible. like u don’t even matter. and i’m tryna move on, i swear i am. but it’s hard when the only person u wanna hear from is the one who won’t even look at u. so yeah... why is he ignoring me? i wish i knew. i really do.

I don’t think I’m capable of thinking rationally. I’ve been in an almost six-year relationship, but should I stop counting? Where do I even start? I guess I should begin with the time he entertained another girl during my father’s funeral. I asked him why he did that to me, and he told me he didn’t know what he was doing. He also said that, during that day, he saw our roommate and came to his senses, sending the girl away. I find his reasons unacceptable even now.

Then, he told me that he lost the spark in our relationship. I understand, since we are human, and everyone has their own circumstances in life. Gradually, I lost it too. I started the breakup, but I couldn’t bear being away from him. After everything that happened, we talked. He cried, and I told him that we could make the relationship work again, but he said he didn’t know. We live together now, but without labels. I stopped asking if we could make it work because we’re both busy, especially since we’re in our last year of college.

Even though we’re together, I’ve gradually lost the sense of safety I once felt when I first met him. Yet, there’s still something inside me that wants to hold on to him. We’re together, but he can’t call me by name, he doesn’t express that he loves me, and he never talks about making this relationship work again. I have a plan in my mind to leave him after graduation. Why? Because I’m his only support in his chaotic world. I’ve always considered his situation. He’s still so good to me, taking care of me, cooking for me. But in the process, I’ve lost myself. I don’t know what to do anymore.

He’s my first in everything. I know some of you might laugh at how bad my choices are, but I think it’s a fierce battle between my mind and my heart that refuses to accept it.

Like seriously how those this app work? Are the replies bots are actually people but how IS IT SO FAST???

ok so like i dunno if i’m just dumb or if this is how love is supposed to be but i swear he makes me feel so crazy. like one day he’s super sweet, sayin goodmorning, callin me cute, actin like i’m the only girl in the world or whatever, nd then the next day he’ll totally ignore me like i don’t even exist. i’ll text him and it’ll take him hours to reply or he’ll just leave me on read nd go post stuff on his story like he ain’t see my message. nd the thing is… i still get butterflies when he does talk to me. it’s like when he gives me attention, i feel amazing, like floating or smth, but when he doesn’t, i feel like trash. nd i hate that i feel this way. i tell myself i’m gonna stop caring, that i won’t text him first again, but then he’ll look at me in the hallway or send one “hey” and all my walls just fall. nd it’s not even like we’re officially together, but everyone at school knows we’re “a thing” nd honestly? that makes it worse. i feel like i’m stuck in this fake relationship where i care way more than he does but i’m too scared to let go bc what if this is just how guys are?? like maybe this is just what love is supposed to feel like—messy, confusing, hot and cold.

my friends keep tellin me i deserve better but like… what does that even mean?? they say “a real boyfriend wouldn’t ignore u” or “he’s playin games” and maybe they’re right but when he hugs me or says i look pretty, it’s like none of the bad stuff matters anymore. nd it’s not like he’s mean or anything, he’s just… distant sometimes. like he’s got a lot going on or maybe he’s just not good with emotions or whatever. but then again, he always finds time to hang with his friends or post funny stuff online. so i start thinking maybe it’s me. maybe i’m boring or too clingy or not good enough so he gets tired of me sometimes. nd that’s the part that really hurts. i start overthinking everything—like maybe i text too much or maybe i annoy him. nd i know that’s not healthy or whatever, but i don’t know how to stop. it’s like i’m addicted to the little moments when he’s actually nice. nd when he’s not? i just sit there refreshing my texts or staring at the ceiling wondering what i did wrong. nd yeah maybe i sound pathetic but i’m just being real. i don’t want to let go of him even tho i know deep down this isn’t what love should feel like. but at the same time, i keep tellin myself that maybe this is just how love starts. maybe true love is when he ignores you one day and then misses you the next. or maybe i’m just a stupid girl makin excuses for a boy who don’t really care. i wish he’d just say how he feels instead of leavin me in this weird limbo where i don’t know if i’m special or just convenient. i just wanna feel chosen. for real. not just when it’s easy for him.

I used to wake up every morning and the first thing I’d think about was him. What he needed, what he wanted, what would make his day easier. For years, my life was completely wrapped around someone else’s comfort. I thought that was what love was supposed to be—giving, giving, giving. And then giving some more. I didn’t even notice how little of myself was left. After the divorce, I didn’t recognize who I was anymore. Not because I’d changed overnight, but because I’d been gone for so long I forgot what it felt like to actually be me. It took everything falling apart for me to realize I hadn’t loved myself in a long time. Maybe never. I was so busy being everything for someone else, I forgot how to be anything for myself.

The divorce wasn’t just an end to a marriage, it was like tearing off a layer of skin. Everything was raw. And lonely. I thought I’d feel free, but at first, all I felt was empty. And embarassed. Like I’d failed somehow, like I’d wasted all those years. Friends told me, “Now you can start over,” but I didn’t know where to begin. I didn’t even know what I liked to eat without him deciding. What music I wanted to play in the car. What shows I liked that weren’t his favorites. It sounds silly, but those little things matter. They’re pieces of you that you give up so slowly, you don’t even notice until you’re sitting in silence, alone, and don’t know what playlist to pick.

At first, I tried to fill the silence with distractions. I downloaded dating apps, I went out with friends even when I didn’t feel like it, I tried to prove to everyone that I was fine, better than fine. But I wasn’t. I was tired. emotionally and physically. I was carrying so much guilt and resentment and just… loss. I had to admit to myself that healing wasn’t gonna come from someone new. It had to come from me. From me giving myself all the care and attention I’d been giving someone else for over a decade. It meant sitting with my pain, even when it sucked. It meant crying in the car after grocery shopping. It meant stop pretending.

Little by little, I started doing small things just for me. I took walks without needing a destination. I started journaling, even if half the time I just wrote “i don’t know what i’m doing.” I went to therapy even tho it made me uncomfortable at first. I took long baths and lit candles for me, not for a vibe or for someone to notice. I started trying new hobbies, just to see if anything sparked joy. Painting, badly. Cooking things he’d never eat. Reading books that weren’t on his shelf. Bit by bit, I felt like I was meeting myself for the first time. And I kinda liked her. She was quieter than I remembered. Softer. But also stronger.

The biggest shift came when I stopped asking what I had done wrong to deserve the way he treated me. Because loving someone doesn’t mean losing yourself. And I finally understood that if you don’t love yourself first, you’ll accept a love that doesn’t love you back the right way. You’ll bend, shrink, hide, just to make it work. And that’s not love—that’s survival. And I don’t want to just survive anymore. I want to live. I want to laugh and feel proud and be loved the way I deserve, starting with myself. I don’t need to be perfect. I don’t need to have it all figured out. But I need to be kind to me.

So if you’re reading this, and you’re where I was, lost and grieving and doubting yourself… please know this: you are not broken. You are not unloveable. But you do have to choose you. Even if it feels selfish. Even if it hurts at first. Love yourself first, because you’re the one person who’s gonna be there from start to finish. Don’t wait for someone else to make you feel whole. Be the one who shows up for you. Every damn day.

I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, more than I probably should. I’m 20 years old, been in a relationship for a few months now, and on the surface, things are fine. She’s nice, funny, thoughtful, always checking in on me. We get along well, don’t fight, and everything seems… okay. But that’s kind of the problem—it’s just okay. I keep waiting for that spark, that big overwhelming feeling everyone talks about, the one where you just know you’re in love. But it hasn’t come. Not even close. And I’m starting to wonder if it ever will. I don’t dislike her. I enjoy spending time with her. But when I think about the future, or even just picture us next year, it’s like looking at something blurry. No clear image comes to mind. And it’s making me feel guilty, like I’m lying by staying in this relationship when my heart might not really be in it.

I’ve talked to a few friends about it, and I get mixed advice. Some say love takes time, that I shouldn’t expect fireworks this early, especially since we’re both still young. Others tell me if I’m already questioning things, that’s my answer right there. But it’s not that simple. I don’t want to hurt her. She’s done nothing wrong. She cares about me, probably more than I deserve, and the thought of breaking her heart makes me sick. But at the same time, I keep asking myself—is it fair to stay just because I don’t want to be the bad guy? Isn’t that worse in the long run? I don’t want to settle into a relationship just because it’s comfortable or because I’m afraid of being alone. But the fear of regret is real too. What if I leave and realize I made a mistake? What if I’m just not in the right mindset and this is all in my head?

We’ve had good moments, don’t get me wrong. Little laughs, shared jokes, quiet nights watching dumb movies. But there’s something missing. It’s like there’s a wall I can’t get past, a layer of emotion that never really shows up. I keep comparing what I feel now to how I’ve felt in past crushes, where I couldn’t stop thinking about someone, where I felt that ache when we were apart. With her, it’s different. I don’t count down the hours until I see her. Sometimes, I even feel relieved when plans get canceled. And then I feel awful for feeling that way. I keep telling myself maybe it’ll change, maybe I just need more time. But how much time is enough before you admit something isn’t clicking? I see couples who look crazy about each other, and I wonder what that feels like. I’ve never had that, and I’m scared maybe I’m just not capable of that kind of love—or worse, maybe I just haven’t found the right person yet, and I’m wasting both of our time pretending I have.

So yeah, I don’t know if I should stay in my relationship. I’m trying to be honest with myself, but the guilt is eating at me. I don’t want to be cruel, but I also don’t want to lie by staying when I’m not really all in. I wish someone could just tell me what the right answer is. I wish I could look at her and feel that certainty people talk about. But I don’t. Not yet. Maybe not ever. And until I figure it out, I’m stuck in this weird place between not wanting to hurt her and not wanting to hurt myself by staying in something that doesn’t feel right.

Do you believe in the love languages ✨👀? I personally think they make things easier to categorize😊. And there are intricate meanings and experiences that stem from each love language. Plus, the interpretations of them can be very different for different people🤷🏻‍♀️❤️.

Love languages: Quality time, physical touch, gift giving, words of affirmation, and acts of service.

And a single person could have multiple love languages, or different levels of each love language📈📉.

My first, that I can think of is quality time⏳. The time I spend with my partner would make me feel appreciated and loved. And knowing that they have their schedules figured out to plan time with me would be most appreciated😍🙏🏻✨(I'm single BTW, 2025).

My 2nd love language that most people don't have as their 1st or 2nd(that I'm aware of)... Is words of affirmation. Most people say that they believe actions only... I also believe in actions... But I personally wanna date someone who knows how to express how they feel about me whether that be positive or negative feedback depending on the situation. I like the whole poet sh*t and the kinda person who isn't afraid to share a silly dad joke(even when they're not actually a dad)😂!!

I'm gonna skip the others and just go to my least favorite... Acts of service... I just can't🫠. I am aware of my aloofness and I've been around friends and family who have this love language as their number 1 or number 2. I just can't. I can't fully understand when someone needs my help unless they verbalize it... Which is frustrating for me cause I haven't met anyone with this love language as their 1 or 2 who is good at asking for help rather than expecting someone to see them struggling and automatically helping them. I'm just not that person... Nor would I want that for myself🙃.

Anyway... I'm super, super curious about other people's opinions and comments on this subject... Cause it's fascinating to me, whether one believes this or not.

Also, a side note ....... FOOD IS NOT A LOVE LANGUAGE!!!! Food items technically categorizes under acts of service or gift giving. Just wanted to put my opinion of that out there before someone tells me that their love language is FOOD🤣!!

Things for next year / my glow up

Work: cafe / Dairy Queen / last resort irrigation

HOODIES

Thin graphic sweaters (12-27$)

No hood(14-20)

Chunky(18-25$)

SHIRTS

tangtops(3-7$)

Shoulder show(5-8$)

Graphic tees(7.99-12$)

PANTS

pants that cover my feet(15-20$)

Baggy jean(12-29$)

Sweat pants(11-19$)

Leggings(6-14$)

SHOES

convers (49.99$-70$)

Chunky shoes(40-80$)

Tall shoes (49-60$)

MAKE UP

eyeliner(1-6$)

Mascara (3-9$)

Concealer (7-12$)

Eye make up(11-20$)

ACCESSORIES

hair bows (8-10$)

Rings(7-20$)

Necklaces(11-20$)

Belts (7-14$)

Bracelets (17-20$)

EXTRAS

Get lip piercing(13-18$ for Jewelry, 50-100$ for just the piercing and around 30$ for jewelry)

Get other side of nose pierced (180$ pretty much)

Maybe eyebrow (30-70$)

Nails(100-150)

Be quiet

ALWAYS have headphones or earbuds(10$ depending on how many I have to buy)

2 friends 3 max (birthday gifts at least 15$)

Ear piercings (30-150$)

Total (without tax or cents)

929.98$

Pick up as many shifts as possible

Nothing other than work for summer

Get tips

Clean great

(11.15$ per hour)

Maximum 8 hours per day to work

40 hours a week 7am-closing is 8 hours depending on staff

89.2$ per day (take away tax 55.75$)

Let’s say I get paid once a week of twice that’s 55.75$ a week if not then 111.5$ plus tips so round 120$ at best. If Rebecca pays me extra out of generosity mostly a 10$ bill

If I save up I can have 929.98$ by the end of month 8, by month 9 I’ll have 1,003.5$

I’ll start with the expensive things

Pants

Shirts

Belts

Nails

Shoes

Etc

2 months I’ll have 111.5$ unless I get paid more often and get a pay raise

i swear i dont even know whats wrong with me anymore. i cant stop thinkin about him like all day all night its just him in my head 24/7. like its drivin me crazy. we aint even talkin anymore but i still keep checkin my phone every 5 mins like maybe he’ll text or like maybe he’s thinkin bout me too (even tho i know he probly not). we was never official official but it felt real to me. we had a connection, the way he looked at me, the way we talked for hours, laughin about dumb stuff. nd now? nothin. just silence. nd it hurts more than i thought it would. like why can’t i just move on like a normal person?? why am i still stuck on someone who don’t even care if i’m breathin or not??

my friends keep tellin me to forget him, to block him, delete the pics, all that. nd i tried. for real. i tried to distract myself, go out more, talk to other ppl, even flirt a lil just to see if i could feel somethin again. but i don’t. its like no one hits the same. i see him everywhere too, like songs remind me of him, certain spots in school feel weird without him there. i even wear that hoodie he let me borrow still, even tho i know it’s dumb. nd the worst part? he moved on like it was nothin. he’s talkin to someone else now and actin like i never mattered. like i was just a phase or some fun thing he did for a bit. nd maybe i was. maybe i made it bigger in my head than it really was. but to me, it felt real. nd now i just feel stupid for fallin so hard.

sometimes i cry at night just thinkin bout what i did wrong. was i too much? not enough? did i scare him off by feelin too deep? i replay convos in my head, thinkin what i coulda said diff, what i coulda changed. nd yeah i kno, i shouldn’t blame myself, but how do u not when someone u gave your heart to just lets it go like it was nothin?? he said things that made me think he cared. he looked at me like i was the only person in the room. he made me feel seen, nd now i feel invisible. like i was only temporary. like i’m just another girl he’ll forget soon.

i just want it to stop. the overthinkin, the dreamin bout him, the way my heart still jumps when i see his name pop up somewhere. i wish i could just shut off the part of my brain that still misses him. that still wants him. but i can’t. he’s stuck in me. nd maybe one day i’ll get over it, maybe someone new will make me forget how bad this hurts, but rn? rn it feels like i’m gonna feel this forever. like he broke somethin in me without even tryin. nd he probly don’t even kno. or care. but i do. nd that’s what sucks the most. cuz even if he don’t feel nothin, i still can't stop thinkin bout him. nd i hate that i still want someone who dont want me.

Omg, I need to rant because my mind is in absolute **chaos** right now. There's this guy—let's call him **Prince** (and trust me, the name fits because he literally treats me like a princess). Like, I don’t even know what to do anymore because he is **so close and touchy** and I **can't tell if he's just like this with everyone or if I should be reading into it**.

So, Prince is **always** around me. Like, if I’m sitting somewhere, he’ll just casually come over and sit **super close**, to the point where our shoulders are touching. And if I move slightly, he doesn’t even shift away—if anything, I feel like he leans in more. **And don’t even get me started on the way he touches me.** It’s not in a weird way or anything, but he’ll randomly poke my side, rest his arm on my shoulder, or even put his hand on my back when he talks to me. And this isn’t just once or twice—**it’s a pattern**.

And then there’s the way he acts when we’re around other people. He’s always making sure I’m good, asking me if I’ve eaten, helping me with random stuff without me even asking. **He hypes me up all the time, too**—like if I do literally anything, he’ll be like, “See? That’s why you’re amazing.” And then he’ll just **stare at me and smile** like ??? Boy, what do you mean by that???

But here’s the thing—I **don’t know if this is just how he is or if he’s actually giving me signs**. Because when I do stuff, like talk to other guys or even just joke around with my friends, I swear I see him looking. And I mean **really looking**—like I’ll glance at him, and he’ll already be watching, and then he looks away really fast like he wasn’t just analyzing my every move. And when I don’t give him attention, he finds ways to get it. He’ll randomly bring something up just to talk to me or do something dumb to make me laugh.

The worst part?? He’s **so reassuring and supportive.** Like, I could be having the worst day ever, and he just **knows.** He’ll check in, tell me I’m strong, and that I deserve the best. **BRO, WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THAT??** He’s so **emotionally present** it’s actually throwing me off. I don’t know if he does this for everyone, but I feel like he treats me **differently.**

So now I’m just sitting here questioning **everything.** Is he **just like this**? Am I overthinking? **Or is he actually dropping hints??** Like, I swear, sometimes it feels like he’s being lowkey flirty, but then I second-guess myself because I don’t want to look dumb. I just don’t know anymore, and it’s driving me crazy.

Someone tell me what this means because I genuinely have no clue. **Prince, what are you trying to tell me?!?**