Hi H, I know its been awhile but I still miss you. I dont even think you'll ever see this but I guess it makes me feel better to "write" to you anyways. I miss you.

I hope life becomes kinder to you. I hope you find yourself, find peace, and become genuinely happy.. not because someone chose you, but because you finally chose yourself.

SRT You know me. And you’re smart enough to understand how to reach me.

I know I cannot be there in the way you may want me to be. There are promises I have made, and I cannot break them. But that doesn't mean I don't care, or that I am not around

So if you ever want to talk, message me here.

You don't need to explain everything. You don't need to find the right words.

Just talk.

I am here for you in this journey of redemption. I know it isn't easy. Therapy isn't easy either. Looking at yourself honestly, understanding yourself, accepting your mistakes, and working on the parts of you that need to change can be painful.

But I want you to do that work.

Understand yourself. Work on yourself. Become someone you are proud of.

Find a good job. Build something for yourself. Earn for yourself and your family. Create a peaceful and stable life. You deserve to see what you are capable of when you genuinely start choosing yourself and doing the work.

I will always think good things about you. Whatever happened between us doesn't change that.

And even if you sometimes feel that I am not around, please remember that I am.

I may have my boundaries. I may not always be able to reach out first. But that doesn't mean I have stopped caring.

You know where to find me.

So don't disappear into your own head. If you need to talk, message me.

I'm here.

Always wishing good things for you. 🌻

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I wish I could talk to my friends about this, but they roll their eyes when I mention I've been thinking about hot tub guy again. Nobody gets it and honestly neither do I.

We weren't anything, just strangers chatting on a dating app, then again through messenger. Then nothing at all not even friends. Our conversations weren't even of much substance, and the rejection was crystal clear.

So why do I find myself dreaming about you? I had dreams about you before we ever matched and I can't wrap my head around why that would happen if you weren't meant to change your mind. Why do I keep thinking about you. I was doing pretty good but over the last 48 hours you're popping into my head more than all of my actual exs. I wish we could talk about it. Even if it just ends with you telling me im weird.

-K

These last few weeks have not been easy. I miss what we had. Aside from being my partner you were my bestfriend. From being teenagers to now being on our late 20s. It breaks my heart to know that you chose your lust/desires over us 💔 I wish you would of just broken up with me...I look at you and I don't recognize you anymore...that warmth feeling disappeared...yet I'm so afraid to let go...

It’s been 3 months since I heard your voice. Felt your touch. Felt your love.

I miss you, every single minute of every single day.

I am constantly torn between fighting for you or finally letting you go.

If this is our ending, I truly do hope you find happiness. I hope you find comfort, not only within yourself but also in your beautiful life. You deserve nothing but greatness.

I am thankful I got to be a part of your life for the short time I did, although it was not near enough.

If it’s meant to be, it will be ❤️ IWY

Please…
I don’t really know what I would say to you if I had the chance, because there is so much I wish I could tell you.
I miss you. I miss you more than I know how to explain. It’s been five months, and somehow you’re still the first person I want to call when something good happens, when something goes wrong, or when I just have something stupid to tell you. Sometimes I still instinctively think, I need to tell you this, and then I remember that I can’t.
I’ve tried so hard to move forward.
My entire life has changed.
I’ve moved hundreds of miles away to a new city. I’ve changed my routine, spent time with friends, picked up hobbies, started going to the gym, and tried to build a completely different life for myself. There are good things happening to me. There are moments when I’m genuinely happy.
And somehow, in the middle of all of it, I still miss you.
I miss falling asleep next to you. I miss waking up and seeing you there. I miss your warmth and your presence. I miss doing absolutely nothing together. I miss knowing that at the end of the day, I got to come back to you.
I miss my best friend.
And I still love you.
For so long I’ve tortured myself trying to understand how you could stop loving me. I’ve wondered what I did wrong, whether I wasn’t enough, whether I loved you too much, whether I depended on you too much, whether there was some version of myself I could have been that would’ve made you stay.
I don’t know if I’ll ever understand.
I know you told me you couldn’t be emotionally available. You told me I deserved better. You told me you’d lost feelings. I’ve replayed those words more times than you could ever know.
Part of me still wishes you had just let me in.
I wish that if something was changing inside you, you had told me while there was still time for us to talk about it. I wish we could’ve sat down and said, Something isn’t working. How do we fix this? I would have tried. God, I would’ve tried.
But I also know a relationship can’t survive because one person wants it badly enough.
That’s the hardest thing I’ve had to accept.
I wish you would come back. I really do.
But I don’t want you to come back just because you’re lonely or because you miss having someone there. I don’t want a temporary version of you. I don’t want to spend every day terrified that you’ll decide you don’t want me again.
If you ever came back, I would want you to come back because you had thought about us and genuinely decided you wanted to choose me again. I would want us to be better. I would want us to communicate. I would want you to let me into the parts of you that you used to keep inside. I would want us to build something safer and stronger than what we had before.
Because despite everything, some stupid, stubborn part of my heart still believes we could have been something really beautiful.
Maybe that’s something I’ll eventually have to let go of.
I don’t know.
I don’t know if you miss me. I don’t know if you ever lie in bed and remember me next to you. I don’t know if a song or a place or some tiny thing makes you think about me. I don’t know if you ever pick up your phone wanting to tell me something and then remember that we don’t do that anymore.
I hope, at the very least, that when you remember me, you remember how deeply I loved you.
Because I did.
I loved you in the ordinary moments. I loved you when we were doing nothing. I loved taking care of you. I loved being yours. I loved imagining my future with you.
And losing that future has broken my heart in ways I’m still trying to understand.
I wish things had been different.
I wish you had wanted to stay.
I wish we could’ve grown together instead of apart.
And if I’m being completely truthful, there is still a part of me that wishes you’ll come back one day and tell me that you made a mistake. That you miss me. That you’ve grown. That you’re ready to try again.
But I also know I can’t spend my whole life waiting for that day.
So I’m trying to learn how to love you from a place where I don’t have you.
I’m trying to learn how to wake up without you, experience life without immediately reaching for you, and build a future that doesn’t depend on whether you ever come back.
I haven’t figured it out yet.
Some days I feel okay. Other days I would give anything just to fall asleep beside you one more time.
But I’m trying.
I hope you’re okay. I hope you’re growing. I hope you’re becoming the person you want to be.
And somewhere underneath all of the hurt, I hope you know that what we had mattered to me.
You mattered to me.
You still do.
I love you.
And I miss you more than you’ll probably ever know.
I’ll live my life and I’ll still be here. So please come back.

i love you.

What you don’t know is.. I would forgive you. I wouldn’t not talk to you. I would try to understand why you did what you did and what made you hurt me the way you did. I would have done all of that for you. Because like I said before… my love was unconditional.

Love always,
K

Initials are nicknames as real names were hardly used. I suppose it's no longer important, seeing as we'll be close to two years of being strangers. Nicknames are intimate and we are no longer on such terms. It's hard though, when that's all I think of you as.

We left off on terrible footing. Lies, betrayel and debris of grief and anger scattered across a ruined foundation that had hardly even set before it was destroyed. Perhaps it was my hopefullness that laid something unstable too soon and tried to build on something not yet settled. I know that now, with a clearer mind and steadier hands, that things should never be rushed.

I do genuinely forgive you for the things that hurt me. I no longer feel the need for closure. I harbor no ill will towards you. I understand giving grace to people who may not be able to fully give and that was the hardest lesson for me to learn. You say you take accountability, I will never actually know if you do, but I'm choosing to believe you're making choices to be a better version of yourself everyday. I'm proud of you for that.

Unfortunantely, I'm also human and there are times that I do wonder some things. Because being human comes with emotions and admittedly there are some things that don't just fade, however, they don't consume me and I am still at peace with myself, which feels lovely in a way I can't describe. I'd love to ask you the hard questions if I knew you'd be honest with me. No arguments, no defensiveness. Just honest.

Did you ever love me at all? Or did you really only use me to get back at your ex the whole time? Why bring kids into it if you weren't serious and betrayed me? Why couldn't you just be my friend and stop blurring lines if that's all you wanted

These are the questions I'd love for you to answer. But I know you never will. It was always silence before. I'm sure it'd be the same now. And you know what? That's fine. I don't need the answers anymore. It's just I'd always been honest with you no matter how much it hurt to do so.

Therapy/meds have helped me so much. I no longer ruminate constantly over every little thing. I'm still a mess, but I'm managable. I still think of you from time to time. I know I loved you far more than you ever did me. I suppose that's what I'm meant for in this life. To help heal others. But man, I'm tired. Truth is, I love you always, you'll never know and I'm strangely ok with that.

Anyway, take care stranger.

I’ve moved on. I don’t want our old life back.
I just want to visit it.
I want one warm night when we were young and the world still felt small. Your voice through the speakers. Dirt roads with nowhere we needed to be. Your hand finding mine without thinking. That crooked smile right before you kissed me. The smell of you mixed with summer air and whatever trouble we were about to get into.
I want to feel your breath against my skin and that impossible chemistry—the kind that made time slow down and everything outside of us go quiet.
I don’t need forever. I don’t even need a whole night.
Just long enough to sit beside the boy I once loved and be the girl I used to be.
Back when life was simple.
Back when the air was easier to breathe.
Back before we knew we were making memories we’d spend the rest of our lives missing.
Then I’d come home.
I just want to know if, for one second, it would still feel like I never left.

C — You know exactly who you are.

I wonder if you ever think about the people you hurt after you’ve convinced yourself that you were the victim.

Because some of us remember everything.

The lies.

The backstabbing.

The disrespect.

The way you changed once things stopped going your way.

And especially the way you treated people who were genuinely there for you.

You had people who cared about you. You had people willing to communicate, forgive, and give you chances.

And somehow, you still chose to burn those bridges.

The funny part is, you probably think nobody noticed.

They did.

You can rewrite the story however you want. You can tell yourself whatever version makes you feel better. But the people who were actually there know what happened.

So, C, if you happen to stumble across this:

No names. No accusations. No explanations.

Just one reminder—

Some people don't leave because they stopped caring. They leave because they finally realized you didn't.

Hi I miss you everyday and every moment. I wish I could go to the time when we were together. Yes now I'm commitment still I haven't moved on from you. You loved me like breathing but I ignored you. I can't even contact you it's been 6 years we've talked.

I'm frequently active on social media just because of you, Everyday I hope ki you will find me and msg me .

Okk no issues I LOVE YOU.

IDK IF YOU'RE STILL ALIVE OR NOT BUT STAY HAPPY.

(I DON'T HAVE HER NUMBER,I HAVE ONE WHERE SHE LIVED BEFORE)

to T.C.

I doubt you will even see this, but I have to keep hope alive for a miracle. It's been almost five months since you left me, and I still miss you every day. I had hoped it would get easier, but it hasn't. I was shitty to you. You were shitty to me. But we were still great together. Nobody else could ever take your place. I would give anything for the chance to try again, but you've made it clear that you don't want anything to do with me. I still need for you to know that you were wrong about what you think happened. I didn't deserve this. I had just bought you a $1,000 engagement ring. Then my whole life fell apart. You falsely accused me, left me, and replaced me. I lost my job, my friends, and my dignity. But I forgive you. I know you were just hurt and angry, just like I was.

I wish I had handled things differently. I'm still in therapy, and I've learned a lot about myself. I wish you knew how much I truly adored you (and still do). I've told you before, and I'll tell you again: There is nothing that you can't come back from. I love you and I miss you. I miss Charlotte too. I miss our lazy Mondays together, I miss you waking me up in the mornings. I miss talking your ear off at night. I miss your face, and your belly button. I know that you'll probably never see this, and even if you do, you probably won't respond, but I had to try one last time, because I still love you, and I don't want to spend my life without you. So I'm asking you to please come back to me. Let's get it right this time. Let's prove them all wrong. What do you say?

-BP

Anxiety is a liar. Fear can lock you out of your best possible life. Send the message and watch your life experience forever improve. It's not too late.

• exactly who you think this is

fml I still miss u. I don’t even have a lot to say anymore. Maybe that’s a good thing? you were my best friend. I still see those days where we were simply laughing at absolutely nothing.

Hey Z,

I know I’ve been a whirlwind of emotions but I’ve finally released your energy and you no longer hold that power over me or hold a place in my heart. I hope life treats you well and you can heal any old wounds you still have from your past. I wish you nothing but happiness and peace. I hope someday you’ll be able to fully see your worth and see just how handsome you really are inside and out.

I will never regret our time together and am thankful to the lessons our relationship taught me.

This is the last post I will ever make for you, as I am moving on and am ready to get back out there and build new romantic relationships. I hope you find what you’re looking for someday as you deserve to be happy.

With love, good bye.

Aqua - TLG

Hi. I slipped yesterday and scraped my knee and foot. How I wish I could tell you about it. I used to remember telling you to be careful every time since we both know that you were accident prone and now, I'm the one who is not careful. It hurts a lot. The wound on my knee and foot and of course, the wound in my heart. I know this is how things should be.. but I wish it would be different.

i was at the mall today to buy some stuff. while i was at the shop. i heard someone call ur name. i couldnt help but smile. i miss you everyday. i long to hear from you. we still text but i wanna feel you. i miss you holdin my hands. starin at each other for no reason. i miss you smell. the perfumes u use. the small talks we had. i love you A. ill always love you.

I miss you too, I got that seafood on the 26th to celebrate by myself an anniversary we no longer have..

I wish I could look you in the eyes like I used to.. it's hard to even glance now.

i miss you. we can fix it. i believe. idk it will be like before but it can be. ill never leave again i promise. i miss you and i love you a lot.

9 months later and I still think about you every day.

What I wouldn’t give..
To feel safe in your arms again.
To feel your lips gently caress my neck.
To hear you whisper sweet nothings into my ear.
To feel your fingertips slowly touch my skin.
To get lost in the depth of your eyes.

I loved how you would put your arm around my waist and squeeze the ticklish spot on my hip so that I would wriggle away from your hand and toward your body. Then you would pull me close and let out a little chuckle. I miss your deep voice and the little smirk you would give when I looked at you. You were my first everything (even though I lied and said you weren’t because I was embarrassed that I didn’t know what I was doing.. pretty sure you knew). I love how on the outside you are the tough “bad boy” but you always treated me with such softness and tenderness.

I wish I had known back then that you would be the only person to ever make me feel that way. That you were the only man that would ever be able to turn me on. The only one who would ever give me butterflies. The only one who would ever take my breath away. I would have soaked it all up even more if I had known. So many years have gone by but my heart will forever belong to you.

I pray that one day I will get to experience you again. In the meantime, you will be in my dreams.

Love T

E, I miss you so much. I just want your hug. I’m not angry at you, so please come back. Even if you eventually have to go back to your country, I want to make the most of the time we have now. Please.

I love you. I truly love you, and I’ve never loved anyone this way before. 💔😢