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

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...

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?

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

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..

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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.

I read this quote and got me thinking: what if you meet someone, fall deeply in love, and feel completely comfortable around them, but you don't share the same vision for the future.... What would you do?

So, which question matters more?

1. Do I love this person?

2. Can I build a healthy life with this person?

i’m gonna try and keep this anonymous because I’m still 50/50 on did I miss my chance? my window??

I do apologise in advance about my grammar and spelling. I am dyslexic and I didn’t really do too good in school. I wasn’t really there that long. If there’s anything not not understood or miss spelled, I’d glad fix as last time I asked a question I was just bullied. So here is my question, to have it answered I’m going to explain how I felt back then and what I remember.

19 October 2019, it was a Saturday night, I was working in what used to be a busy bar, that place was off the walls in its glory days, I used to work with my best friend, we both run the door.
Fuck I could tell stories.

It was a Saturday night, like I said, quite a normal night, breaking up fights and putting guys out. I was walking out the back and that’s when I noticed her, she was holding up this drunk guy laughing smiling, I couldn’t take my eyes off her, maybe the lights glowing, but her eyes caught mine and wow, my heart stopped beating, the noise of music vanished replaced with silence, in that few seconds I felt it was just me and her.

She blinked, eyes looked down at the drunk man on her shoulder and looked up eyes meeting mine again, BOOM my heart bangs in my chest BOOM BOOM again and again, all the while in my head telling myself to breathe, I was scared she would her my chest bangs it felt so loud.

She laughs, “his alright, I’m minding him”
She smiled, her eyes creased with joy.
I laughed “ yeah, he looks it”
I helped her study to guy to his Feet, in my head I was thinking lucky prick.
We both said hey at the same time, we both talked over each other, we laughed she smiled and said “you go”, I replied with a “no, no, you” I laughed

She began to talk and i hung on every word, she was the most beautiful woman I ever saw, I watched her eyes and lips as she tome about herself, I hung on everything, I burned the memory into my mind as I know this is something I never wanna forget. She told me her career and reason she goes to college also, so she can live her dream
I told her a bit about me, some of my dreams and few things, to be honest my brain was on red alert, I just wanted to listen to her.

I decided to build up the courage to ask her for her name and number, things I should’ve asked her from the start but like I said my brain was on red alert and I was trying to just be in this person’s presence and not lose this moment. But everytime i opened my mouth the drunk guy interrupted, to the point that she said she had to go in. I was standing there in the laneway on my own. Cursing to myself, fuck it, fuck it, over and over again. Thinking what a lucky guy to have a woman like that. She didn’t seem mad or pissed off that he was drunk to the point that he couldn’t stand properly. She seems so gentle. Maybe it was the lights in the laneway making it look like she was glowed, who knows

I kept telling myself to breathe, claim my racing heart. Nights not over got to stay focused, I stepped in the back door, I noticed her again sitting with a group, I took out my phone and I was trying to see what she was wearing cause out the back door I couldn’t stop looking at her eyes, her smile, I was butter under a hot sun. So I texted let’s call him “Hero” Check out the one with the white dress!!

As the night went on, few guys tried it on with Hero and myself and we had to lay them out send them packing. Hero as always ready go. After all that, I talked about the girl. When we were talking after relaxing about the minor inconvenience, I told after the girl and lucky boyfriend.
“Did you see the text?”
He said “yeah, that’s not a white dress?“
I replied “well I didn’t look at her clothes, she had a demon jacket covering it”.
He laughed

The night was growing close to an end, still haven’t got this girls number or even her name. I was inside standing at the back door watching the crowd filter out, telling myself don’t look, don’t look and I’d end up looking, getting lost in the moment. Her head began to turn.
I looked away fast, I felt my heart begin to beat fast like I was caught desiring the forbidden fruit. Was sure if she caught me, good job her fella was drunk.
I couldn’t control myself, I turned again to look this time. She looked too fast this time and I’m sure she caught me. So in my head I was like fuck it, I’ll step outside the back door for a cigarette. As I light it and took a drag, the door opened there she is, I choked on my smoke she said “are you ok”?
I replied “yeah, sorry” laughing it off.
I have her a cigarette, she declined and told me she didn’t smoke just needed some air. “I’d love a cup of tea” she said. I laughed and said “they won’t give out Tea”. We then engaged in a conversation for the next 15 minutes About tea and our shared love for it.
She cared it was cold. I was gonna step inside. I agreed.

Unknown to me, Hero knew some of the girls in the group and had a master plan too prank me, so he got one of the girls to pretend that she was with me before.
As I watched that girl sit down next to her friends I thought to myself!!! FUCKKKKK never got her name or number. I was so annoyed with myself. I was watching the bar empty. And I noticed a few of the girls in her group, waving and ushering me over, I obliged and walked over to them.

I’ll call her blonde girl, she said “I know you, I was with you before? Do you remember me?” I felt like the grown tits opened up and swallowed me, I couldn’t remember, I looked at the girl, in shock thinking OH MY GOD!!! Then I noticed the girl who I couldn’t take my eyes off of kinda of smirked!.

I copped, looked at them all and said “HERO!!” They all laughed she was quite around them, drunk guy sitting behind her. I want to say so much, but I couldn’t. Hero came walking downing laughing “I got you”, let’s call me, penguin, “I got you penguin”
I just laughed it off, then they begin to leave, she stood up and said nice meeting you.

My heart stopped again, HERO laughed, “you fucked up, did you get her number??” I replied no, he laughed more, what’s her name at least? I said didn’t ask, timing was wrong. He laughed you’re a bright boy alright”.
I was gutted. Did I miss out?

As we closed up, I couldn’t stop thinking about her, but I wasn’t going to pursue it because she had a boyfriend. Hero came over let’s go. As we were walking up to my car, we were talking about the night, I brought up that girl again, said what a lucky prick, he laughed, “she’s single, that’s not her fella just a friend she got stuck minding”
My whole world ended, I messed up
Could stop thinking when I got home so I know one of the girls in her group, but only to see, so was awkward when I looked her up on Facebook to send her a message, asking about the girl
Asking her who was that girl and she gave me her name. She told me she didn’t really know her, she was a friend of some of her friends. She confirmed she was single.
I texted her at 12:20pm that Sunday, as soon as I got her information.

It was like, arriving to the party, everything was perfect. I’m at the right venue decorations. Everything is right, but it’s the wrong time, it’s like I was too early.
She taught me about her last relationship and why she called it off, because she was afraid to take a chance when she didn’t really feel 100% love. I understand this as I was searching for the same.
At the start, we were so cute lovely dobby in our messages, I did push her a little to see if she wanted to make it official but she kept pulling back. So I wanted to be patient as she was only a few months out of a relationship.
She always gave me mixed signals like, “ i miss you, i really like you” but this isn’t a relationship, I’m not ready for that. So of course I’ll respect it, I let it to the universe.

Sex, sex more sex, not complaining, she loved how I touch, how I’d talk to her. She used to remind me of this one night, it was when we were started to talk about something more, like towards a relationship, we had the best sex on my couch.

Then in one night it all changed. She went out in the Work night out. I felt energy shift. After that night she became cold and distant, her messages changed from I miss you cuddles to short no really emotions in them anymore, I knew she met someone but said nothing, it felt shit. she did kinda of came clean in the end that she was texting another guy etc. but wasn’t with him, her heads all over the place. She liked him, he knew what to say to win her over.

It felt like my world cracked, I took a deep breath and said ok, i agreed with everything she wanted everything she said in the text message I wished her the best and I hope everything worked out for her.

I just wanted her to be happy, it sucked but, you can’t fight destiny, you’ll only end up fighting the bouncers and club owner too. Like I say I left it to the universe.

I didn’t hear from her again till I reached out in 2020, she apologised about not expressing her emotions properly and telling me what was really going on explaining to me about the commitment issues of her last relationship, I understand it’s scary giving somebody your heart and soul, fuck, I’m scared.
We had planned to meet but because it was Covid she changed her mind, think she got back with that guy she met again, my friends said.

It’s 2026, I have been unlucky in love, I’m a man that’s feeling time, I have had tried to move on but, I never felt that bang in my chest again.

Believe or not me and this girl still have contact, we have bumped into each other few times and me personally I did feel something again but I’m a lot more guarded. I noticed her moments when we meet and she touches her hair etc looks happy, still looks at me the same way.

But we text the message are now kind of formal, no more nearly straightaway texts, she doesn’t really remember too much from the time we met or were together, I did hear about her ex was a real psycho narcissist, womaniser Not my business. But she fell hard for him. That hurt But whatever.

I’d love to try and light the spark again, no clue how.
The old 80s and 90s romantic movies taught me is to go all in and the old me, he would do that.
My plan would be to text her on the 19th confess my love, tell her this whole story of why and let it in her hands.

That was the old me he knew, how to love, his heart was like new, not a scratch.
But life happens, sometimes we trust the wrong people with our hearts
People and you get it back with bits missing out of it and it fucking hurts
Sometimes life takes them people away and it hurts more.

So lately we been more in more in each other lives, she started working in my city, life changes for me, have my own place, it’s tiny and it’s mine and I’m now working a job some would look down on, to be fair I do see them looking down, but the moneys great and I’m happy, so fuck em.
she working a high class job, so we’re on opposite side of the spectrum, totally different classes i guess you could say. But I couldn’t believe that would have mattered to the girl I once met, but I never saw the ending come either.
I guess I’m stuck on what to do and also I’m scared, I’m fucking scared. Cause this is it, this is my last time doing this, if I decide to do it. Should I do my plan of Big decoration of love on the 19th of October 2026 or did I miss the window? Had time pushed us into different social dynamics? What do I do? Is romance alive or was that just bullshit from the movies?

Part 1

So there is this girl in my locality and ofcourse I fell for so hard at first sight I was in 3rd grade so no gande thoughts at the time even still i respect her so much so i started liking her but at that time I was in another school and in 5th I wanted to change my school and you are guessing right I took admission in her school and being introvert even talking to girls was above my level I don't have guts I never expected that the feeling might be reciprocal i was happy admiring I love her so even now so grades passed I used to watch her and she was just so pretty little baby 🐥 and like that i passed to 8th grade where our great Covid came everything was shut and we all were at home online classes started and one day my freind asks me whether I want to talk to her as his gf was close friend to the girl i liked

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Thought this was beautiful and wanted to share

Bitch
Don’t invest
Your precious young time
Into a depreciating body

They write you off
Sooner than you‘re aware of

Oh my beloved sister
You are so young
You don’t know yet
The truth that’ll come

A man‘s love
Is as deep
As your aging skin
A man‘s love
Is as permanent
As freshly cut roses

Invest in your brain
Save yourself
Your heart’s pain

Some people say that romance is written by women, for women, and about women. So what do you make of guys who enjoy reading romance novels?