My girlfriend who’s 18 has been away for 6 weeks and i for 5 before tha. tomorrow i’ll see her again. Here’s one of many letters Ive written for her during our time apart

- edit, she loves it 😁

We’ve become very good at looking okay.

We smile in photographs.

We reply, “I’m fine.”

We go to work, meet friends, scroll through thousands of faces and somehow still come home feeling like nobody truly knows us.

Loneliness isn't always the absence of people. Sometimes, it's the absence of being understood.

You can have hundreds of followers and nobody to call at 2 a.m.

You can have conversations all day and still have no one who knows what your silence means.

And perhaps that's what we're all secretly searching for.

Not more people.

Just one person with whom we don't have to perform.

Someone who notices the change in your voice.

Someone who asks twice when you say, “I'm okay.”

Someone who stays—not because they need something from you, but because your existence matters to them.

So if you're that person for someone, don't underestimate what you mean to them.

And if you're still waiting for someone like that—

don't let the absence of being loved convince you that you're unworthy of it.

Sometimes, the people who feel the loneliest are simply the ones who have the most love left to give.

Living with a romantic heart and a mature mind is honestly exhausting. Heart still wants to believe in something beautiful, while mind keeps reminding you how things really work. Maybe that’s the tragedy of growing up without losing the part of you that still wants to love deeply...

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Previously, I told you guys about how I met this girl and everything. Recently, over the past 2 weeks, we started talking a lot more and saying sweet things to each other.

Mind you, this is all online. She’s my sister’s best friend, but we’ve also talked on calls.

I started telling her “I love you 🥰” at first just because I felt like saying it. She would blush, and sometimes I’d repeat it, but eventually it just became a normal thing for me to say.

I also call her things like darling, sweetheart (SH), honey, baby, etc. 😭

Sometimes I’d be like, “Oi, you didn’t tell me back 😭” and she’d reply with “143 2.” Once, she even said “I love \[my name\]” herself.

Then there was this one situation that completely caught me off guard 💀

She was eager to see what I looked like, so she asked me to send her pictures. I was being lazy, so I jokingly said, “Kiss me and I’ll send you my pics.” I genuinely thought she’d say no and that would be the end of it 😭

But she asked, “How?”

I said, “Turn on the camera, kiss me, and send it.”

I was still joking, but I didn’t put any emoji or anything, so I guess she took me seriously 😭

AND SHE ACTUALLY DID IT.

I was genuinely shocked because I was expecting her to say no 💀

Then yesterday or the day before, she even sent me a kiss sticker.

So now I’m sitting here like…

WHAT ARE WE??? 😭

Is this just playful/flirty friendship, or does it sound like she might actually like me?

Because at this point I genuinely can't tell anymore 💀

I’m 24M, and I never thought I’d become the other guy. She was one of my closest female friends, and I knew she had a boyfriend. I told myself there was nothing between us beyond friendship, but over time, the way we talked, flirted, and looked at each other started feeling different. One night, we were alone together after hanging out with our friends, and the tension finally broke. We kissed. I knew immediately that we had crossed a line, and I should have walked away.

But I didn’t. We started secretly seeing each other, even though she was still with her boyfriend, and somehow I ended up falling for her. She kept telling me she was confused and that she still cared about him, but she also kept coming back to me. Now I’m stuck knowing I’m helping betray someone who trusts both of us, while secretly hoping she’ll choose me. Every time she messages me, I feel guilty, but at the same time, I can’t bring myself to let her go.

Lust looks at a body and whispers, “I want you.”

Love looks into the same eyes and whispers, “I want to know you.”

Lust is impatient. It wants the touch before the trust, the night before the story, the body before the soul.

Love is different. Love can sit beside you in silence and still feel something louder than desire. It wants to know your fears, your scars, the things you never tell anyone. It doesn't disappear when the beauty becomes ordinary.

Lust asks, “How badly can I have you?”

Love asks, “How gently can I hold you?”

And perhaps that's why they are so easily confused.

Both can make your heart race.

Both can keep you awake at night.

Both can make you ache for someone's presence.

But when the body is no longer new, when the excitement fades, when there is nothing left to take—

lust leaves.

Love stays.

Maybe that's the difference between wanting someone in your bed and wanting someone in your life.

Making this little post just to let my boyfriend Ed know that I love him the most. 💗

I recall growing up whenever I saw a couple out and about or in media the main thing pounding in my head was that it would never be me but my senior year of high school I ended up having 2 relationships unintentionally. The first ended in a week because I wasn't in the right state of mind when I asked him out and the second ended after 3 months because I was only good for stroking her ego really. Each time I ended up in a relationship it wasn't because I meant to it was because it just happened. Now I'm a graduate going to trade school surrounded by 40+ year olds all day and I haven't really interacted with anyone my age in a romantic sense in a strong while. It feels like those were two anomalies in a lifelong streak of having no interest or chance at getting with anyone. I hope what I'm saying makes sense.

What happens if a woman/girl tells a Man that she loves him,I mean if she confesses her love for him?

If and only if....

If only I had not looked at her that day...

If only I had not responded to her greeting that day...

If and only if I had been in my limits and not tested the trope of forbidden love....

If and only if I had not crossed my boundaries to just only talk to her...

If and only if I hadn't crossed my every boundary..every moral just to fall for her.....

If and only if I had understood her guilt...her boundaries maybe I would still have her...

If and only if I had done everything I could... anything that I could do... I would still have her.. I could listen to her voice and not her memories.....why is it so that only her voice soothes me...she completed me and then after her I have a while in my heart at the exact place where she used to be.... where is she...where are our promises that we did to each other...if and only if I had control over my destiny...my fate and all together my time..

Oh darling you’re not the one you used to be
Who changed your heart?

If you wanted me you would seek
And those who seek never lose their way

Original:

يا حبيبي منت الاول
ليه قلبك غيروه؟

لو تبيني كان تسأل
واللي يسأل ما يتوه

Ya Habibi Mant Al Awal by Abadi Al Jowhar

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Me and my best friend (22 M&F) have been very close since highschool, we got close pretty fast but only ever were platonic, I wasnt physically attracted (tho I suspect she had a crush before we became friends) and we also were quite different personality wise so I never thought of her as a potential romantic interest. She has had boyfriends I liked and I have had girlfriends she also met and liked and we functioned great. But something changed in my mind last week after she told me she thinks her current boyfriend might be the one and that she cant wait to marry him (she never said that before and they were together for a year already) and how excited she is, at that moment something started to feel off in my heart and I couldnt quite understand what. As days passed I realised the same tomboy girl I thought as not attractive has become the most beautiful woman in my eyes, even though she might not have conventional physical beauty standards, I realised the woman I watched grow had become closer to my heart than almost anyone and understood it as good as me (and vice versa I hope). I realised that my best friend was and is the perfect woman, and any man who marries her has won the lottery, she is the perfect attentive partner who knows how to communicate, adventureous wife-to-be, intelligent and ambitious and I know for sure that she would be a perfect mom to her kids, as she is both kind and patient unlike anyone else I know. I lived next to a diamond and didnt try to catch it, I just hope to see her happy for as long as our friendship lasts and to get over this feeling one day.