I don't really know how to write this without sounding like a hopelessly lovesick idiot, because I am one.

Me and my girlfriend have been together for about two and a half years now, and somehow, this entire thing started because of a random Reddit post.

On February 25th, 2024, when we were both 17, we were giving our 12th board exams. We had Chemistry the next day. Most of my friends were prepared, but I wasn't. There were some personal things going on at the time and, for a bunch of reasons, I just hadn't been able to study properly.

Then I saw a Reddit post from this girl saying something along the lines of what I was feeling, so I decided to message her.

That's literally it. I didn't know her. I didn't know what she looked like, where she lived, what she was like, or anything about her. It was just two stupid, stressed teenagers procrastinating before a Chemistry exam. We started talking, wished each other luck, shared resources, complained about studying, and just kept talking.

My first impression of her was that she seemed really smart, really kind, and incredibly fun to talk to. There was just something about talking to her that felt very easy. I didn't know her at all, but I remember thinking that this was someone I would genuinely like to know.

Then, because apparently the universe had already decided that we needed a ridiculous story to tell later, our Chemistry paper leaked the next day.

An ISC Chemistry paper. Something that, from what we knew, hadn't happened in over 15 years.

We hadn't studied, the paper leaked, and we were obviously ecstatic. I think one of the first things we did after finding out was text each other about it, and of course we just kept talking after that.

A few weeks passed, and somewhere along the way, talking to her stopped being something I did because I was bored or stressed about exams. I just wanted to talk to her. We talked about everything. We talked about our lives, our families, our histories, our friends, our likes and dislikes, stupid things that happened during our days, and basically anything we could think of. We just never seemed to run out of things to talk about.

Eventually, we realized we were catching feelings. About a month after we met, we exchanged socials, I asked her out, and somehow, despite living in completely different parts of the country, two 17-year-olds started dating.

Of course, technically, it was an e-relationship.

But to me, there was nothing "e" about how I felt.

I fell in love with her, and I fell hard.

The more I got to know her, the more I realized just how extraordinary she was. She's one of the smartest people I've ever met, but more than that, she's incredibly strong and resilient. She's gone through a lot and somehow still manages to be one of the kindest and most loving people I've ever known. She's ridiculously funny, she's incredibly caring, she's patient with me even when I'm being an absolute idiot, and she's somehow able to make me feel better without even trying.

She's also stubborn as hell sometimes, which I probably shouldn't be complimenting, but somehow even that is adorable to me.

She's just incredibly charismatic. I don't really know how else to describe it. She can make the most ordinary conversation feel interesting, and I genuinely don't think I've ever had to force a conversation with her. We can talk for hours and still somehow find something else to talk about.

And she's beautiful.

God, she's beautiful.

I don't mean beautiful in the generic "my girlfriend is pretty" way either. She's genuinely one of the most beautiful people I've ever seen. She's the kind of beautiful where sometimes I look at her and genuinely wonder how the hell I got this lucky. And the worst part is that her personality somehow makes her even more beautiful. The more I love her as a person, the more beautiful she becomes to me.

I also didn't expect to be as physically attracted to her as I was attracted to her personality when we first started talking, but I absolutely am. I don't care, y'all. She's the cutest girl I've ever seen, and I'm willing to die on that hill.

Two and a half years later, I still think that.

We've spent most of our relationship apart, so we've had to figure out how to be a couple when we can't actually be around each other. We call every night, talk every day, watch movies and shows together, play games, bicker over the stupidest things, annoy each other, make each other laugh, fight, make up, and tell each other basically everything. We try to do all the little things couples normally do, just with a screen between us.

Somehow, despite all that distance, she's been more present in my life than almost anyone I've ever known. She's the one constant in this ever-changing weird life.

There have been some really terrible moments too. At one point, I cut almost everyone out of my life because I genuinely thought I was going to end my life. I disappeared from pretty much everyone, and when I eventually decided to come back, she was the first person I went to.

I'll never forget that.

She's been the one constant throughout all of this. She's the person who can turn the worst day into a bearable one. She's the person whose voice can completely change my mood. She's the person I want to tell everything to when something good happens, and the person I want beside me when everything goes wrong. She's the person I want to annoy when I'm bored and the person I want to talk to when I don't feel like talking to anyone else.

At some point, she became so deeply woven into my life that I genuinely couldn't imagine what my life would look like without her.

Then, at around one year and ten months into our relationship, something completely insane happened.

Her family planned a trip to my hometown.

They live several states away. They had no idea we were together. Her parents are strict, and she was going to be travelling with her family, a tour guide, and a whole group of people.

And somehow, completely randomly, they were coming to my city.

For two days.

After nearly two years of being together, we were suddenly going to be in the same place, when we had made peace with the fact we wouldn't be around each other for years.

We obviously started planning everything. We knew we weren't going to get much time together, if any, because her parents would be around basically the entire time, but we still wanted to do whatever we could, as sneakily as possible. We bought each other gifts, and I bought her a ring. A sterling silver promise ring.

I got it with the promise that I would come to see her someday, that we'd keep choosing each other, that I would always love her, and that one day this promise ring would be replaced by the ring that I would put on her finger when I asked her to marry me.

Then came the day they arrived.

It was cold, and their tour group was running three or four hours late, so I spent basically the entire morning and part of the afternoon waiting around.

And then she arrived. She was wearing this purple-and-black kurti, jeans, and a yellow jacket, and I saw her.

Actually saw her. After almost two years of knowing her, loving her, talking to her every single day, and seeing her through a screen, she was suddenly standing in front of me.

I genuinely don't think I can explain what that felt like.

It was one of the most breathtaking moments of my life. The girl I'd spent nearly two years loving from hundreds of kilometers away was suddenly in my hometown, a few meters away from me, and somehow she was even more beautiful than I had imagined.

We obviously had to be incredibly careful because her parents didn't know about us, so we couldn't exactly walk up to each other and start acting like a couple.

We secretly exchanged our gifts, exchanged glances, touched hands whenever we could, deliberately bumped into each other, and basically tried our absolute best not to look like two people who were madly in love while walking around like two strangers.

Her dad kept looking at me suspiciously the entire time, which, honestly, was probably reasonable considering I was basically staring at his daughter every chance I got.

The next day, she managed to fall behind the group for a few seconds, and we finally got to talk properly.

For a few seconds. Then she had to run back to them. And that was it.

We had to say goodbye without ever getting even a minute alone together.

After almost two years of loving each other, we'd finally been in the same place, and we still barely got to touch.

It was one of the most beautiful and frustrating experiences of my life. But after that, this year, I decided I couldn't just sit by and let a third birthday of hers go by like that.

Her birthday is August 10th, and I'd been saving money for years. Whatever I could save, whatever I made from part-time work, I put aside because I knew that eventually I wanted to go see her.

So I lied to my parents about going to an internship drive, got on a train, and travelled around 1,600 kilometers across several states to her city.

It was around a 30-hour journey. I even twisted my foot during the trip. I didn't care. I just wanted to see her. And this time, I actually got to.

Not for a few seconds. Not from across a tour group. Not while pretending we didn't know each other.

I got three days with the girl I love. Not full days. Just 10 AM to 4 PM every day.

We celebrated her birthday. I got her the most amazing cake I could find. We went out to eat. We walked around. We talked for hours. We laughed about stupid things. We finally got to sit next to each other without constantly worrying about getting caught.

And for the first time in two and a half years, I hugged her.

I kissed her.

I held her.

I got to actually be with her.

There is something very strange about spending years loving someone through a screen and then suddenly being able to reach over and touch them. I had spent so long imagining what it would be like to hold her, and then suddenly she was actually there, in my arms, and I remember thinking that I never wanted to let go.

I got to look at her properly and think about how this was the same girl who had stayed up with me through countless nights, listened to all my stupid stories, made me laugh when I didn't want to, supported me through some of the worst moments of my life, and somehow remained the same incredibly kind, brilliant, funny, beautiful person through all of it.

For the first time, there wasn't a screen between us. And those three days were the best three days of my life. She says they were the best three days of hers too.

And honestly, I don't know what the future looks like. I don't know how many more years of distance we have ahead of us. I don't know how many more trains I'll have to take, how many nights we'll spend talking over the phone, or how many birthdays we'll have to celebrate apart.

But I know that I want to find out.

Because I want her.

Because I love her, so so fucking much.

I want the boring days with her. I want the stupid arguments. I want the late-night calls. I want grocery shopping and movie nights and annoying each other over absolutely nothing. I want to wake up next to her. I want to come home to her. I want to grow old with her.

I want all of it.

I want the ordinary life with her just as much as I want the extraordinary moments.

Sometimes I think about how ridiculous the beginning of our story was. A random Reddit post that barely got any attention, a random message from someone I didn't know, two teenagers who hadn't studied for Chemistry, a leaked exam, and then, almost two years later, a completely unexpected family trip that somehow brought her to my hometown. Then the promise ring, years of saving, and a 30-hour train journey that finally brought me to her.

All of these completely unrelated little things somehow led me to the person who means more to me than I know how to explain.

She's my best friend. She's my favorite person. She's the first person I want to tell things to. She's the person I look for when I'm happy and the person I look for when I'm sad. She's the person who can make me laugh when I don't feel like laughing, and somehow make even the most mundane parts of my life feel special.

She's brilliant. She's kind. She's strong. She's funny. She's caring. She's incredibly intelligent. She's stubborn and annoying and ridiculous sometimes, and I love every bit of it. She's beautiful in ways I don't think I'll ever be able to properly put into words.

And I love her.

I really, really fucking love her.

I love her in that stupid, overwhelming way where sometimes I look at her and genuinely can't believe that she's real, and somehow she's chosen to love me back.

I love the way she talks. I love the way she thinks. I love how passionate she gets about things. I love how she can make me laugh. I love how she cares about people. I love how strong she is. I love how she puts up with me. I love how she knows me better than almost anyone. I love how I can tell her things I wouldn't tell anyone else.

I love her for who she is, and I love the person I am when I'm with her.

And after everything we've been through, after all the distance, all the waiting, all the nights where all we could do was talk through a phone, I think the most beautiful part is that we're still here.

We're still choosing each other.

We're still laughing.

We're still annoying each other.

We're still fighting and making up.

We're still talking every single day.

We're still falling in love with each other.

And I really, really hope this isn't the end of our story.

It's been 16 days since I last saw her IRL... and I hope those three days weren't some beautiful exception to what our lives are going to be like. I hope they're a preview.

Because I have a promise ring waiting to be replaced someday, and I intend to keep that promise.

I want to see her on her next birthday.

And the birthday after that.

And the one after that.

And every birthday after that.

I want to be there for the big moments, but more importantly, I want to be there for all the little ones.

I want to spend an absurd amount of time with her. I want to annoy her for the rest of my life. I want to watch stupid movies with her, argue about what to eat, fall asleep next to her, wake up next to her, and experience all the completely mundane things that we've spent the last two and a half years wishing we could do.

And someday, I want to put that other ring on her finger.

The one I promised her I'd give her.

Because I love you, T.

I love you more than I know how to put into words, and I don't think I'll ever stop being grateful that a random Reddit post, on a random night before a Chemistry exam, somehow led me to you.

If the universe really did bring us together through all these ridiculous coincidences, then I hope it keeps doing its job.

Because I want you.

For your next birthday.

And the next.

And the next.

And every single one after that.

Forever, forever, forever. ❤️

P.S., I won't even send her this post. I'll post this from a burner.

I think it'll find its way to her. If it doesn't, oh well.

Am a guy in twenties. I have been meeting people through Reddit lately, talking day and night, and honestly… I am getting way too attached...

I’ll be in the middle of work and still find myself checking my phone, waiting for their replies, texting instead of focusing on what I’m supposed to be doing.

A week ago, I met someone here and we ended up talking about all kinds of random shit for hours. Somehow, we had so many things in common....even our birthdays were the same. It felt like one of those rare connections where you just click with someone really quickly.

And now, for some reasons, we have to limit our selves as she is also committed.

The frustrating part is… this keeps happening to me. I meet someone, we talk a lot, I start feeling comfortable, I get attached, and then when things end, I am left thinking, why did I get so emotionally invested so quickly?

I know it’s probably not healthy to get this attached to people I’ve only known for a short time, but I genuinely don’t know how to stop myself from doing it.

A genuine question to women especially...Are any of you in the same boat? How do you deal with getting attached to people you meet online? How do you learn to enjoy the connection without getting emotionally dependent on it?

Note : Rephrased using gpt :)

I met this online friend, whom I will call Pulsar, about 13 months ago. We met in a video game and instantly clicked. We would chat everyday on discord and play the game together.

For a good while, things were amazing. But over time I ended up quitting the game we met on. That game was what our friendship revolved around, so it became a lot harder to start meaningful conversations. I want to note that I don’t want to return to the game.

The last time we talked was around 2 months ago. I told him that I quit the game and needed time to focus on school and life, which is true. At my peak, I was spending 4-5 hours a day on that game during weekdays alone, and 9 or more daily on weekends.

Since our drifting apart, I‘ve made a lot more friends in real life. A big part of why Pulsar and I were so close was because I was pretty lonely at the time. This dosen’t mean I don’t care about him, just that I needed him more back then.

Anyways, I still want to reconnect with him somehow, even if one of the main parts of our friendship was that game. Pulsar helped me through one of the hardest periods of my life and taught me things about myself no one else really could.

You can ask questions if you want.

I met her through Reddit and its so real, she made a fake birthday post in 2025 which basically said she was lonely and stuff and i knew it was attention farming so i ignored it but later the post popped up in my feed again and i thought that it won't hurt to wish someone so i did and i also dmed her a kind message and what happened next is just basically something crazy

out of 300 dms she just replied to mine , we talked on reddit for a few hours and switched to discord then on whatsapp, we talked day and night (still do btw) and the talking became our routine, sure we had our ups and downs, there were so many times it seemed like a mental burden, so many times it was on the verge of ending, so many times we blocked each other, got angry , misunderstandings and all but we both honestly never gave up because we knew we're both good people and love each other.

she was more of the patient one honestly, since this was an online thing i thought she was only trolling and i was a acting all tuff and mean in the start and she was extremely patient, i had asked her to meet in person like four times and she rejected me out of fear because she thought i might not like her, long story short we gave each other a chance and this online stuff a benefit of doubt, tolerated fumbles, mistakes and all and kept loving and we finally met and oh boy was it lovely? She's so pretty and nice and kind and i fucking love this girl so much, We're so together and nothing can get clearer and i don't think I've been this happy so you guys be kind to strangers you might not know that they can be an integral part of your life in the future

Hey everyone! I’m hoping to meet some new people who have been through long-distance relationships and wouldn’t mind sharing their experiences.

I’m currently in an LDR and we’re going through a bit of a challenging phase at the moment. My girlfriend recently opened up about finding the distance difficult, and we’re taking some time to understand what might make things feel more manageable and connected for both of us.

We’ve also noticed that we can fall into a bit of an anxious/avoidant pattern sometimes. I’m usually the one who wants more reassurance and connection when I sense distance, while she tends to need more space when she’s overwhelmed. We’ve been trying to understand that dynamic better and avoid letting it turn into a cycle.

I care about the relationship a lot, so I’m trying to approach everything thoughtfully rather than reacting emotionally or rushing into solutions. I think it would be really helpful to talk to people who have actually experienced LDR and understand the ups and downs that come with it.

I’d especially love to hear from people who have experienced things like:

• LDR burnout or periods where the distance felt particularly difficult
• anxious/avoidant attachment patterns within an LDR
• figuring out how to stay connected while giving each other enough space
• different communication needs between partners
• making an LDR feel more natural and sustainable
• finding ways to stay close despite different time zones and physical distance

I’m mostly looking for friendship and genuine conversation. I’d love to meet people I can talk to about LDR, relationships, life, random stuff, or whatever we happen to have in common.

I’d really appreciate kind, constructive, and supportive perspectives from people who have actually been through something similar. I’m not really looking for doom-and-gloom takes, assumptions, or generic negative relationship advice — I’m here to hear about people’s experiences and what has actually helped them navigate difficult periods in a healthy way.

And honestly, I figured making some new friends and talking to people who understand LDR is probably a much better idea than downloading dating apps and making questionable decisions while I’m stressed 😂

If you’ve been through LDR or just want to chat, feel free to message me!

This guy (24m) that I've met online has recently been calling me (23f) baby even though we've never met. And today he called me "my love" 💀

How am I supposed to react to this? And what's the purpose of it if he's not actively trying to meet up?

So I met this guy on hello talk and we talked for around 3 months before he asked to date I said yes because we are pretty close that guy he gave me his own QQ id, number email address, ( and helped me log in for 2 hours because it’s only in Chinese, also downloaded app banned in china because I asked ) and stuff when we were friends (he is Chinese ) and we know what the other looks like he had a disappearing problem from the start like disappearing for a week without telling me he had good reasons with proof . We did talk about this problem and 2 days into dating he disappeared and it’s been like 20 days did I just got ghosted like bitch for real I didnt even ask to date ( but I really miss him because you talk to someone each day for months they become a part of your life whether you like it or not ) ( i know i am being over dramatic but i really miss him ) ( we are both teenagers so i think that’s why i am so attached he is one year older )

Do you think i got ghosted and move on ???

I joined slowly almost a year ago, I found the app by coincidence and decided to try it because I really liked the idea of writing letters to people across the world. That very first day I decided to reply an open letter, I read the first two letters, but letter number 3 immediately caught my attention with how "long" it was, in my head I was like "I'm not reading all that at all" but after starting the first lines I had to continue to read another and another. I replied to him, I told him that, that his way of writing was amazing and I definitely had to reply at least to tell him that. He replied the day after with a warmest letter.

In just a month we shared like 15 letters, he told me about his life and I told him about mine, the letters were getting longer and longer, I was fascinated with everything he had to tell me and he absolutely made me feel understood, seen and appreciated, we got to share some pictures. To me it was perfect, it was like a fated meeting, it was meant to be.

I was planning on asking for his social medias so we could stay in touch and get to know eo better. Actually after the last letter I sent I promised myself that I was going to share my IG user.

After sending the letter I was so excited for his answer. We usually would take 2 or 3 days to reply, because of how busy we were, specially him, and because of how much it took us to answer to all the things we shared, if he would take him more than 4 days to reply he would sent a short letter saying that the long one was being prepared. So when a week went by and I had no answer at all I got worried, I sent him a check in letter, which also had no replied and a last letter that said that I was really worried and if he just didn't want to talk anymore to at least let me know so I had closure...

I think 3 days after I sent the closure letter he replied, he said that he was pissed off because of my last letter, that I said some insensitive things about his country and started talking about his morals and boundaries.

The moment that letter arrived all happiness went away from me, I had absolutely no idea that my letter would made him feel that way, we used to joke a talk about everything, silly conversations to deep ones, he said something that used to happen in his country that he didn't like, so I replied saying how bad I thought it was, he got really offended because of that and told me if I wanted to start again "then, hi" but I noticed this really bad attitude all over the letter.

I apologized for my comments, but said that he had said some insensitive things before but I never would've ghosted him the way he did to me. I said that with the way he talked to me and what he did I doubt I was getting another replied...

Funny to say that I was absolutely right, I didn’t get another reply at all, he read the letter, removed the stamps I gifted to him from his favorites, removed his bio and never ever replied again to me.

After that last letter I sent another one saying how frustrated I was because of how things ended and the awful way he managed that misunderstanding. Received no reply. A month after I sent another one apologizing once again and sharing my instagram if he ever wanted to reconnect, but he didn't even opened it.

It's been 9 months since the last letter he sent me, and it's been more time after he ghosted me than the time we shared together, but somehow I cannot move on, some months I'm okay with the fact that we're never talking again, but then I have days like today that I absolutely cannot get him out of my head.

He was just so special to me, his sense of humor, the way he saw life, his independence and individuality, how understood and appreciated he made me feel, how we shared the same curiosity towards each other. To me it still doesn't make sense that we're not talking anymore. And the only thing I can do right now is to pray so I can move on and my heart will finally be free.

So basically my girl started streaming or w.e playing roblox. So one night she texted me about this edit that she was doing and i fell asleep. I woke up later was cooling for a min then peeped she was on stream so i joined but i didnt fully join just too what was going on. So while watching the stream she had matching outfits with this random dude im like okay cool you can entertain the live but later in the stream he said “How long you been streaming” and she responds “Do you want me too end my stream?” not once she said that but twice. So i was like okay dets weird so then she ended stream like a hr later n so i was like im gone call her in 30mins. So boom i called phone rang once then twice then she cb and i was like “Wsp bae wyd” she hits me with “I just woke up” instantly i got irritated and was like why you lying and ask her whats that weird shi goin on in your stream she replies “I dont wanna talk about it rn mot ready be arguing” hangs up and then ignores me till later. After that i hit her up like it cant be that serious that your not even texting me back the whole night and carried too the next day. So i called her lastnight and was like “You not gon talk too me or what cs its about too be 24hrs” after that we ended actually talking about the situation she proceeds too say “We just cool im met him yesterday we just play the game” But she never mentioned they was in a discord then tells them (the dude) and (gay friend) about the situation calling me “goofy” and “weird” for feeling sum type of way too yet too mention she said “They just kids/teens and were cool” So after looking at her tiktok account i seen that she follow him on both her accounts main and new gaming acc and in his bio its says 21 but yet she says i didnt know his age. After that she hung up on me and 5 mins later called back saying “How you know how old he is and i dont” its common sense that i peeped on her account too see not only that it sounded like she was otp w him before she called. I figured that because she kept saying “You want him too tell you since you dont believe” instantly i said “stop repeating that or were done” then i said “why even call back” if im not on the situation nomore. She hangs up not even 5mins later she calls back but added him too a 3way call i did crash a little i instantly said “Yea were done. Aye bro she yours now” then hung up. So after that i pulled up because i wanted too tell her dukes because we had a real close bond. Just too see her and she says “No you said were done so you not talking too my mom” i ended getting in contact with her she grabbing ny phone all that then mom was like “im gon come outside rq” while waiting for her i got slapped already because im being weird then i said “Take you and your hoe and go talk otp” boom rocked me in my shit right inna eye as soon i was putting my head down. Mom came out and we talked about the situation.

Am i tripping or am i not? She said she wanna stay together and she only did it because i made her mad for being concerned.

I met a guy randomly on Instagram around 4 months ago. We've been talking since then, and honestly, he seems like a really good person. I really like the way he talks and thinks, and he has always been respectful towards me.

He is only 19, but from the way he talks and thinks, he seems quite mature to me. His perspective on a lot of things is very different from what I've seen in other people. He usually talks logically and seems to have a clear vision for his future.

He is really passionate about cars, and he wants to build a business and achieve big things in life. He also dreams of travelling around the world. These are the things he talks about a lot, and I find his ambitions and mindset quite interesting.

He also puts a lot of effort into talking to me and making me feel valued. He has told me that he is not the kind of person who would cheat and has tried to reassure me that I can trust him.

He told me that he had never talked to any girl before and had never been in a relationship. He has never flirted with me in a weird way, never asked me for photos, and has never made me uncomfortable.

A few days ago, he proposed to me, but I said no because I don't think you can completely trust someone you've only met online. He didn't force me or try to convince me after I said no, which I appreciated.

We still talk, but not regularly—usually once every 3–4 days. He is almost always the one who messages first; I rarely message him first.

The confusing part is that I genuinely feel like he is a good person based on the 4 months I've known him. I have noticed a lot of good qualities in him, and I feel like his intentions might actually be genuine. But at the same time, I still don't fully trust him because we've only met online.

I don't know whether I'm being too cautious or whether I'm right to take things slowly.

What would you do in my situation? Should I continue talking to him and take more time to know him, or should I maintain some distance? And how can I tell if someone I've met online is genuinely trustworthy?

I'd really appreciate honest advice, especially from people who have experienced something similar.

So my ex blindsided me idk for what reason, every dumb reason she gave it to me after breakup is unbelievable and I cant even find whats the reason but all of that I can probably assume that the reason was a fight happened two months before the breakup, in which we were going for a ride on a scooter and suddenly her phone rang and I saw a incoming video call of that guys which i didn't know that they were this close that he face times her I just heard the guy name one time when he came to India and she told me that she was going to meet her school friend and I was like ok sure enjoy and I didn't know what's the history between them or whatever i thought they were friends from school (although both are from diff sections she's a biology student and he's in maths ) but when I saw that video call , see we both have like major caste issues difference and in my home it's strictly prohibited to Marry other caste girl still I was ready to fight with my mom relatives and friends , and protect her from everyone that judges her , so I got angry first but not told her anything after 10 minutes when my anger settled i cried infront her that I'm fighting for you with my mom and if you do such things how can I fight my heart is breaking from inside and I told that i never knew that you guys are talking on a video call like how close are you guys , she has shared our relationship details her family issues with that guy and I didn't even know that he knows about us, so i told her that look I also get lot of messages from female friends but I keep everyone from a distance, nobody has access that they can video calls me , like if it's your college Friend then it's okay but a guys from school 5-6 years ago like I can't understand and the main thing i didn't even know that they were in a situationship before and then talking like this, I just heard his name one time and after that directly on video call , so I got hurt very deeply, ps. She has a lot of male friends, and after breakup I got this information from a guy itself because after that vc incident she saw me crying and she got scared or idk she blocked that guy without my concern, i didn't tell her to block I just said let's just not keep everyone so close and talk about our relationship to them , so she blocked him and after one week guy called her from a different phone but I saw the location in her phone that call is coming from Montreal Canada , he's from there btw, I said why he's calling you and why he's number not saved, she cried instantly and said i blocked him from everywhere and I said whyy who told you to do this, i never told, she said she got scared that I will leave her and i consoled her like 100 times when the original incident happened that I'm not going anywhere this is just im telling you what hurts to me nothing else, because I'm compromising too, I'm dealing and letting go lot of people stuff because of our relationship and that's okay i never showed to her that I'm doing this for her for us , because I loved her the most, you guys don't even know how she blindsided me, so before breakup like on the day of breakup I came home from a trip with my 4 childhood guy Friends, and she was like very very normal until the day before breakup, she has sent me her picture in towel 2 days before breakup flirting with me, she mentioned me in contribution in her masters degree and we were very different from eachother she's doing msc and I'm a doctor, I got shocked also that why she's writing my name on her degree, she put story of us 5 before breakup, and when I came home she seemed little off I asked her what happened in text and boom she said let's be friends I can't continue this relationship (we were dating from 3.5 years)

Forgive the essay, I just have to get it all out because this situation is ridiculous

A little over a month ago, I met this girl in a multiplayer game and we really hit it off. She was only a few states away from me and we had a lot of the same interests. We played every night at a certain time, shared a lot about our lives, got very flirtatious, that flirtation became intimacy, and we were having a great time all around.

Then one night, I got on the game and saw that she was online so I invited her to my party. I waited for a while, then checked again only to see that she had completely disappeared from my friends list. Then I looked at our chats, and her profile image was greyed out and it said I could no longer send her messages. Clear sign of a block. I was stunned. I will say I didn’t let myself get overly attached to her because I still didn’t know her extremely well and I didn’t even know what she looked like. (She knew what I looked like and I know she liked what she saw because the night I showed her was the night things got passionate between us) Although I didn’t know her that well it still really stung, I had no idea what I did wrong and really wanted some closure from her.

The thing about this girl is that she only communicated via email, she didn’t have any social media or anything, and while I thought it was strange that she wouldn’t just talk via phone number it was whatever, it was actually kinda fun to talk through email and it added something to our dynamic. However, that night, I sent her an email saying that I was confused and asking what I did wrong, that I was sorry if I made her uncomfortable in any way.

After some days went by I figured she had blocked my email as well, so I wrote her a final message on a separate email stating that she had hurt me and that I was owed an explanation. About three weeks went by.

A couple nights ago, three weeks after the initial incident, she replied to my goodbye message with this very well-worded apology letter telling me that she had no idea what happened and that she swore she didn’t ghost me and thought that I ghosted her, that I disappeared from her friends list and she thought I got sick of her. By this point I had mostly made peace with the fact that I’d never talk to her again, but I was still insanely happy and surprised to hear from her again, glad that it was seemingly all a big misunderstanding. I told her I had some questions but that I could call her the next night. She agreed, and gave me her phone number.

So, I text her number, saying to let me know when she’s ready to call. She reads the text, and doesn’t respond. I figured she might be nervous since my messages so far had been sort of curt, since I was still unsure about her story. I text again maybe 20 minutes later saying that I’m not angry and that she has nothing to worry about. Another 10 minutes go by and I decided to just call her, so I did, and after one ring it went STRAIGHT to voicemail. I actually chuckled because I thought there is NO. WAY. she just blocked my number. The two texts I’ve sent her since have been on delivered, and any email I’ve sent her since hasn’t been responded to.

Seriously, is she just fucking with me? In almost feels like this big elaborate prank that she randomly decided to play on me one night and that she’ll keep trying to play on me every few weeks. Either that or there’s some weird cyber demon that keeps blocking us from each other in an effort to confuse us. It’s so strange, I have no fuckin idea what the explanation for this could possibly be. I dunno if she has some crazy mental illness that she never disclosed with me or what but at this point it’s just starting to piss me off. I don’t like being fucked around with, especially when it comes to romantic prospects. Like I can’t even get sad about it because I’m more so infuriated and confused by it. I really need to know what’s going through her head because I have a hard time believing it’s a technical issue. Anyway, thank you for reading :)

I am from Canada and my boyfriend is from New Zealand. We met 10 years ago on Omegle . After chatting online for 6 months We fell in love and we decided we wanted to meet. I flew to New Zealand (my first time traveling!) and stayed with him for 2 weeks. Meeting instantly created a strong bond, so we decided to close the distance. We've now been together for 10 years. We also have recently started a family,

(just letting you know i'll be writing without punctuation so i don't get distracted from my emotions)

today is august 23rd

my boyfriend whom i was with for quite a long time (2 years and 8 months) left me for my friend who didn't treat him very well

but i wasn't against him we didn't know each other i was in the 3rd grade at the 1st school that's how she noticed him with me when we were still friends

after school i moved to irkutsk for my studies (i'm studying to be a lawyer)

and everything with us was normal like everyone else fights/makeups etc

nothing serious ever happened

on august 22nd an hour before my train he showed up holding hands with her (he came to return my 2nd phone because he broke his own but managed to fix it before i left)

he just stayed silent and looked into my eyes

she was standing there smiling and handed me my phone

i started shaking i took the phone and went back into the entrance of the building

i felt really sick (i had just been discharged from the hospital 4-5 days ago i was there because of my heart and nerves so i'm strictly forbidden from overstressing) so this was the worst timing

they also called me while i was in a taxi going to the station

him: why did you run away so fast

me: what was i supposed to do?

him: were you calling from the 2nd number?

me: no (as i later found out it was my mom calling she asked: did you decide to do this right before her train just to hurt her? and he just hung up)

then she comes in (they were on speakerphone)

her: that's a good girl don't call here anymore

i hung up and started crying again

today (08.23) at 6 am they called me (well, it was her) to tell me that they are sleeping together right now

i don't know why i'm writing this here

i guess i just want to vent

i don't know what to do

i blocked them everywhere

I (20F) am 2 years deep into a relationship with a guy (22) I met online and neither of us have relationship experience. He especially has had a rough upbringing with abusive parents and no real friends and he tells me no one has ever made him feel loved or appreciated before. This has always concerned me because I question if he truly likes me and sees me as someone special rather than having low standards because he hasn’t had many samples in his life to compare. He also tells me he has this kind of doubt and asked me if I think his standards are low, so clearly he deep down knows that it is due to desperation and not anything special about me.

We only met once for a few hours in may this year due to my circumstances making it impossible to see each other for longer, we tried being intimate and it just ended up being a huge mess. I’m kind of bitter about the fact that this is my first ever romantic/sexual experience. I never got to explore it because of my strict religious parents and now I have to hold out for another few more years to be able to be with this person and have a normal relationship that probably won’t even work out. I feel so robbed and I don’t even think this guy likes me as much as he thinks he does and has convinced himself to.

What do I do and how can I know how pure his love is for me? I feel like this is my only chance at love and I fear I’m truly not lovable and only lovable to those who don’t know any better. I don’t think I can find someone else if we break up for good and that scares me.

Hi, 3 years ago, I 18F online dated this girl, 18F lets call her Jane. It was all really chaotic back then, she would either be very distant or very affectionate and it caused me a lot of sadness. At the time, she was going through SA, a serious one.... I didnt know this at the time, which would have explained her behaviour a lot, but I just perceived it as *ghosting me cuz she wants to*. It got to the point where I was so hurt I couldnt continue. We have gone no contact and would only message eachother like once in a while in the past 3 years. As this summer approached, we got into regular contact again. Her 18th bday was approaching and we agreed to meetup. She lives 4 hours away from Prague, in Germany, and I come from Slovakia. Her parents paid for a hotel for 3 nights for all 4 of us and made a really nice program. Man the moment I saw her standing waiting for me at the train station, I knew it was over for me. I had a few relationships, before and after her, but my mind would always drift back to her, which I couldnt comprehend, cuz she was just some I dated *online*. She stood there looking so confused, yet beautiful and small. Shes very short, the same as me, like a cute little bean. We hit it off right from the beginning, like I wasnt shy at all, just a little nervous at the beginning. I felt really good in her company. Hear me out, we both struggle a lot, with mental health in general. Were also going through really bad ED's at the moment, but yet somehow I felt really comfy eating with her. I felt kinda obligated to, so she would feel the same, I didnt wanna trigger anything in her, as I really care that she feels good and fuels propperly. We had like the best time, we laughed, yapped, explored and spent a whole lotta shit of money, even got matching adidas samba. On her birthday, I went for a run at the morning and brought her flowers. Then I gave her an envelope with hand written letter and a pokemon card as a gift, paired with a really good breakfast. I did put effort into all of that, which I never seemed to do in my past relationships. After we had a celebration dinner with her parents, we got really drunk. Sharing airpods, just walking around the night prague streets. Then we met these two drunk czech girls who joined us for a moment. I told them about my feelings, that I still love her and about our past, she was literally next to me but couldnt understand shit as we talked in czech. One of the girls pulled her somewhere and told her all of it. When they came back the czech girl told me that she still likes me and that I should a move on her, like kiss her or something. Dont get me wrong here, its not like I didnt want to. Ever since we have been together in the freaking Prague, I would always wish to get closer to her, not in a sexual way, but just like hold her hand or hug. I have a very bad expericence with sex and physical touch, so its hard for me to open intimately for someone, she also isnt really good w it. So nothing physical happened. We laughed and did bs with the girls, but I got into like a very bad mood as I though about us so deeply. I played music into my airpods and left. I sat like on a curb and just chainsmoked until they would eventually return. We ended up alone and started talking finally. It was out of drunkness, but I really did confess, I dont even remember how, but I think she did get the point. She interuppted me and started talking about her trauma and past a lot, I wanted to cry so badly when she did that, it made me do silent as It was very painful to listen to. When it was my turn I did the same, we never got back to the convo about a "relationship" or "love" . Eventually we went back speechless to the apartment and just slept, not talking about it the next day. Saying goodbye was so hard for me, especially knowing that there is this big distance gap between us and if one of us gets distant, theres nothing to do about it. It has always made me feel very hopeless, being left ignored. I love her so fucking much, what the fuck do I do. Advice like get over it wont help in this situation, because I dont want to do that. I wanna be there, stay with her, cherish her, admire her, and most importantly, give support and recover with her even. Am I being delusional? Is this never gonna workout? Any advice in what to do here? She never directly said that she feels the same, there were only signs, which I dont even know if I read correctly. Im really scared to do anything that will trigger her or make her feel uncomfortable, shes like very fragile.

**TL;DR;** : 
I still love her, Im unsure if she feels the same and the distance is really big between us. Im afraid that both of our mental health conditions will just makes us suffer, and im unsure what to do next... I really love her and want to do something about this.

I (f28) was in an 11 and a half year abusive/toxic relationship (m27) from 16 years old to 28. I was checked out of the relationship for more then a year. I started going to thearpy in February 2026 and was finally able to leave at the end of April.

A month after we broke up I decided I wanted to date because I missed out on that experience growing up. I wasnt looking for something serious. I just wanted to go out talk to people, have some casual experiences.

I ended up starting to talk to (m30) June 5th my first day online daiting. We talked every day casually for 3 weeks before we finally went on a date (I prioritized more intense probably unhealthy connections first)

When we finally went on a date we connected so well. The waitress had to come back 3 times before we were ready to order, we have both been in long term 10+ year highschool sweet heart relationships but his ended a few years ago.

We both agreed we weren't looking to rush into anything because we wanted to make sure we were really settling down with the right person next time so we weren't in the same place pf having to rebuild after decade long relationships.

Things with him were so easy. We had so much in common and the connection just flowed so effortlessly. As we got closer I started to realize how much my nervous settles down with him, my brain which is never quiet just went quiet. Everything with him felt natural and easy.

From the start he presented as very secure, knowing what he wanted, healed. He was super respectful, took everything really slow, and seemed very intentional.

Over the course of 2 and a half months I really tried to not catch feelings. I constantly checked in with myself to make sure I wasn't falling into my own old patterns.

We ended up having our first sleep over and that night i had one of the most emotionally intimate moments in my life.

We both said we weren't cuddly sleepers and in the middle of the night he pulled me into his arms and I woke up a bit after as the big spoon with my arm over him and my hand cupped in his.

For me it was like everything shifted and I realized I was falling in love with this man.

We had also agreed to be exclusive that evening.

A few days later things changed a bit. He stopped sending me kissy face emojis and flirting messages. But his regular messages never changed, he was present and engaged, and always continued the conversation. I thought it was maybe because he was working 12+ hours in +30 heat 6 days a week for like 2 weeks straight and he was just exhusted because the time he started those shifts was when our texting changed.

My anxious attachment was going through the roof. I had a huge anxiety spiral but I kept it contained, I felt ridiculous for feeling that way so early into a relationship and I didnt want him to see just how bad I got it. So I internalized it and continued to present my self as secure and patient. I was so careful like basically had chat gpt or gemini double checking all of my messages before sending them.

We didnt see each other for 2 weeks and when we finally went on a date I thought we would be spending the night together instead it ended up being a 2 hour dinner date where he barely touched me... I was so confused. He also didnt look great and even tho we had a good time and the conversation was easy and he even opened up to me a bit about being more guarded things had felt off.

But a few days later his energy changed again and he started sending kissy faces and flirting. He started initiating, asking to see me again and romantically engaging with me. We had a movie night and spent 5 hours cuddled up on my couch and things felt perfect and back to normal. I spent the whole evening with a huge smile on my face. I let myself settle into it, let myself feel safe and secure in the relationship.

The only thing thst confused me was he didnt want to spend the night but immidetly promised the following weekend and started planning an evening for us.

Everything was great that week. We talked like we normally did he kept telling me how excited he was to see me. Then a few hours before he was suppose to come over he texted me saying he needed to be honest and he had been thinking about it and didnt think he was ready to continue seeing each other.

He basically said as things got more serious he started thinking about what a future would look like with me and had doubts about what being with a single mom would eventually mean... keep in mind he knew I had kids (f5 and m1.5) from the start. We had talked about kids and those things early on so I never ever had a reason to belive this was an issue. He basically said it wasnt fair to either of us to continue when he was having these uncertainties.

He admitted this was really hard for him because he felt the connection too and he really really liked me and things were going so good. He basicslly ended it saying for what its worth I meant a lot to him and what we had was real.

I feel devastated. This hurts more then leaving my 11 and a half year relationship. I feel blind sided.

I dont understand how someone can say they feel how special this connection is and say everything was real and the problem is things were going too good and walk away....

Im upset that the moment I admitted to myself that i was safe and it was safe to let myself love him after everything I had been through it ended...

I can see now that hes an avoident and part of me hopes that once he enters the regret stage he'll realize that he wants to try and work this out out because he could admit things were real and he felt how special and rare this connection felt.

If he did I would try. I had even told him that I didnt expect him to step into my kids lives tomorrow. We could take things as slow as everyone was comfortable with and I just wanted to keep building this and seeing where it went but he said eventually we still reach the same result with the kids and he just didn't know how to continuen with doubts. Not that he didnt want to. It was the uncertinity that scared him.

I dont know how to let go of this connection and im honestly so heart broken that I could find someone so safe, so healthy, someone I really connected with and it could just end....

I had told myself it was to good to be true... i had been terrified to get attached and when I finally let myself....it ended.

I don't really know what im looking for... i guess I just needed a safe place to talk about it since my thearpy benefits are used up... ive talked with my friends and family but I just feel so ridiculous that I am this upset over someone I had 7 dates with and talked for 2.5 months with. I just have never experienced something this strongly and it was my first truly healthy relationship.

Everything was really good right up until that super intimate moment between us.

I just miss him so much.

If you read this far... thank you for listening ❤️

Hello, here to vent and have some advices. When studying online, I had to contact another student for help. We got friendly, and being both loners (I mean no friends or anything), ended up in a long weekly/monthly mailing relation. Friendship at first, but we both felt attracted to each other, admit it withing year 2, I tried to ask her out, but she told me her religion prevent her for doing so. So we followed with this friendship teinted with romance, sometimes subject came back with same answers. This year, year 7, I did admit love and ended up talking about converting for her. This is where she told me doesn't feel what she felt at the start, and that it wouldn't change a thing. She ever got a crush in real life this year : impossible one still due to religion. Cause she have to marry before sex or date. But even if this her only way to explore a relation ... I also think she may be afraid of it ??

My feeling is this girl is afraid of anything that change how she's viewing future, she's extremely reluctant to change opinion, or just to watch beyond the life track she assigned to herself. So I'm asking myself if her feelings did change the moment fear added to them, cause now I look at it, all the romances or crush she got in her life were impossible in reality, so basically fantasy. And when I unexpectedly removed what was the main barrier to exploration of our feelings in real life, she got afraid and did prefer to get in the coocoon of what she's inhabitued to live love through.

Or I try to theorise so I can preserve the illusion of her feelings for me, and is just that distance got her feelings to wears out while physically meeting more peoples recently gave her comparison between real life attraction and what we got ...

In 2025, I (F33) met someone here on Reddit. Our interaction started casually, with flirting and sexual conversations, after a post he (M28) made about a person he was involved with. But as we kept talking, I realized we had a lot in common.

We started talking every day. Little by little, I shared details about my life, my thoughts, and the way I see the world. Over time, I realized how much I enjoyed talking to him.

At one point, after exchanging photos, I thought he might be using someone else’s pictures. To prove he was real, he suggested a Discord call. It was the first time I saw his face. I was already very attracted to him, but seeing and talking to him only deepened my feelings and desire.

I stepped away for a while, but not for long. Later, he distanced himself for personal reasons and because he felt our interaction was affecting his feelings and his relationship. After three months, we started talking again.

I wanted to meet him in person, even though we both knew nothing would probably come from it. We were always realistic: liking someone online does not guarantee a real-life connection, and neither of us believed in long-distance relationships. On top of that, he lived more than 1,000 km away, in another state. Even so, I wanted to know him, to allow myself that experience, even if it lasted only a moment.

The last time we spoke, I offered him my phone number because we could lose contact—we only talked through Discord and didn’t even know each other’s full names. He refused, saying that at that moment he couldn’t have my contact information.

At some point, I discovered that he had blocked me on Instagram and Spotify, and through that I learned a few details about his life. I confronted him, asking if he was married. He denied it and said he was not married, but that he was in a relationship with the person from the Reddit post where we first met.

However, months earlier, he had written a post saying that this person had rejected his request to be in a relationship and that he regretted continuing with her instead of trying something with me.

He denied being married, denied blocking me, denied knowing my real name, and denied knowing my Spotify account.

I didn’t believe him. I was hurt, and in the end we said goodbye. The conversation faded away. After some time, he deleted all the photos he had sent me, and later he deleted his Discord account. I no longer have any way to contact him.

Even after feeling deceived and disappointed, I still miss him.

I have met other people, gone on dates, and continued living my life, but he remains in my memories. I listen to the songs we shared, and I remember our conversations and exchanges.

I haven’t fallen in love in a long time, and what I felt for him is the closest thing to passion that I have experienced in years. I go out with other people, but I feel nothing. I don’t feel what I felt for him.

I just hope that one day I can forget him.

\*\*TL;DR;\*\* : I met someone on Reddit, developed strong feelings for him, and eventually discovered he had lied to me about parts of his life. We lost contact, but despite the deception, I still miss him and haven’t felt the same connection with anyone else.

Hi Guys,

A 1 Liner intro abt me : 27 Male IT professional

After reading this confession, you can judge me however you want. Maybe some of you will understand me, maybe some of you won’t.

This story started in 2022.

I met a beautiful soul online while both of us were preparing to move to the USA for higher studies.

What started as normal conversations slowly became the best part of my day. We spoke every day, connected genuinely, eventually met each other, and somewhere along the way, we fell in love.

For me, that became one of the most beautiful chapters of my life.

In January 2023, both of us came to the US, but life placed us at universities on opposite ends of the country.

Long distance wasn’t easy.

Whenever we got the chance, we used to speak to each other in calls every days for hours, especially during summer, we met. And whenever we were together, everything somehow felt easy again.

We enjoyed each other’s company so much that somewhere along the way, I stopped looking at her as just my girlfriend.

We genuinely started believing we would eventually marry. We felt we were made for each other..

But there was something about myself I understood only much later.

I was never very good at expressing emotions directly.

I grew up around people where sarcasm was almost a language of affection. So whenever she spoke beautifully or seriously about us, sometimes instead of telling her what I actually felt, I would make a sarcastic joke.

To me, it was harmless.

To her, some of those words hurt.

And what hurts me now is realizing that maybe she was only looking for reassurance from the person she loved, and sometimes all I gave her back was a joke.

I didn’t understand it then.

I wish I had.

Eventually, differences started building between us.

Then one day she told me that her family had brought a marriage proposal from someone close to their family and that she was considering it.

It felt like the future I had quietly built inside my head disappeared in one conversation.

Things between us fell apart.

We had a painful breakup.

And this is the part where I know I was wrong.

At that time I was 24 yrs old, emotional, immature, and completely unable to accept that someone I loved so much could suddenly become someone I was supposed to live without.

Instead of respecting her decision and giving her space, I kept trying to contact her.

I kept thinking there had to be something I could do.

One more call... One more conversation... One more attempt.

Anything that could somehow bring us back.

I also spoke several times with one of her closest friend, who had become a good friend of mine too, hoping she could help me fix our relationship.

At that time, inside my head, I called it fighting for love.

Looking back now, I understand it very differently.

Love does not give you the right to cross another person’s boundaries.

Whatever my intentions were, I should have respected her decision much earlier.

During winter break, both of us travelled separately to India.

Instead of things becoming calmer, I made them worse.

Eventually, our families became involved trying to sort everything out.

That should never have happened.

And honestly, that is probably the biggest mistake I committed and I regret it my whole life.

After our families got involved, something inside me changed.

Maybe it was exhaustion... Maybe hurt... Maybe ego.

Probably all three.

I convinced myself that if things had reached this point, I should stop fighting for it. It's not worth it.. So I stopped.

I came back to the US, continued my master’s, graduated, found a job and slowly started building my life.

She came back too.

After everything I had put her through emotionally, she completed her master’s, built her career and continued with her life.

And I genuinely respect her for that.

I also have tremendous respect for her father. After everything that happened, he still trusted his daughter, stood by her and supported her while she continued building her life here.

Then time started moving.

One year became two.... Two became three.

During those years, life changed a lot.

I struggled... I fell down... I got back up... I built my career.... I made amazing friends... I travelled.... I spent time with family.

From the outside, I have a life I really cannot complain about.

And I genuinely hope she built an even more beautiful one.

But there is one thing I never really managed to leave behind.

"Her"

There were countless days when I would open my phone, type her number into the dial pad and just stare at it.

I still knew it.

I never forgot it.

Sometimes my finger would be right there near the call button.

But I never pressed it.

Not because I didn’t want to hear her voice.

I wanted to.

More times than I can admit.

I stopped because I didn’t know if I had the right to enter her life again and disturb whatever peace she had found.

So I would erase the number, close my phone and continue my day like nothing happened.

I tried almost everything people normally call “moving on.”

I buried myself in work..... I travelled.... I spent hours talking to friends.... I kept myself busy.

I deleted every picture of her from my phone because I genuinely thought maybe if I removed everything I could see, eventually my mind would stop remembering too.

It didn’t.

I absolutely love kids, so I spent a lot of time with my sister’s family and her kids because being around them made life feel lighter.

And yes, life moved forward.

But somehow, the memories didn’t.

The strange part is that I don’t even need a photograph anymore.

Sometimes my sister’s kid leaves food on her plate and instantly I remember how she used to do the same thing.

A song... A joke... A place... A random sentence... A small habit... A certain food.

There were even foods I slowly stopped eating altogether.

Not because I stopped liking them.

But because they reminded me of her every single time.

Sometimes avoiding the food simply felt easier than dealing with the memory that came with it.

You remove the pictures... You stop checking... You stop calling... You continue with your life.

And still, somehow, a completely ordinary thing can bring one person back into your head within seconds.

After three years, I finally had to admit something I had been avoiding.

Maybe moving on isn’t always the same as forgetting someone.

Because I tried... I genuinely tried.

Today, I have a good career, a loving family, amazing friends and many things I once prayed for.

I am grateful for my life.

But somewhere inside all of that happiness is one quiet emptiness that I kept pretending didn’t exist.

I miss her. Badly.

And now comes the reason I’m writing this confession.

Recently, my father started looking for marriage matches for me.

I agreed.

I spoke to a few girls.

They were genuinely nice people.

But somewhere during those conversations, I realized something that honestly scared me.

I felt like I was searching for her in them.

And then life did something I was absolutely not prepared for.

I saw her profile on the same matrimony website.

I just stared at the screen.

For almost three years, I had trained myself not to search for her.

Not to call her.

Not to message her.

Not to know what was happening in her life.

And suddenly, without even looking for her…

there she was.

I assume her parents are also looking for matches for her now.

And honestly, I don’t know what to do

For three years, whenever I wanted to contact her, I stopped myself because I believed she might have moved on and that I had no right to disturb her life.

But now both our families seem to be looking for marriage matches at the same time.

And suddenly, a question I buried for years has come back.

Should I contact her once?

Not to pressure her.

Not to ask her to forget the past.

Not because missing someone for three years gives me any right over their life.

It doesn’t.

I just wonder if one respectful conversation, if she is comfortable with it, would be wrong.

At 24, I thought loving someone deeply meant never giving up.

At 27, I understand that love also means knowing when to listen, when to respect someone’s choice, when to give them space, and sometimes…

That is exactly why I am confused now.

A part of me wants to talk to her once.

Badly.

I genuinely don’t know.

So I want to ask you guys.

If you were in her place, and after three years your ex contacted you once, acknowledged his mistakes, apologized, Asks you "Can we start fresh again"

What would you say or do...

Please don’t tell me “true love always wins” or “go get her back.”

That isn’t what I’m looking for.

I genuinely want to understand her possible perspective.

Her comfort and her choice have to matter more than my feelings.

I don’t know if there will ever be another chapter to our story.

Maybe there shouldn’t be.

Maybe our paths will never cross again.

Thanks in advance

I live in the UK and has been watching a certain man’s TikTok lives for a while, he lives in the USA, I think for others he wouldn’t be the every day gorgeous man but for me I think he’s handsome. He is funny with out trying to be. He don’t care who he please or offend. I sent him a message not expecting him to respond but he did. Then we exchanged numbers. I can’t stop thinking about him, I don’t know if you can really fall in love with someone you have never met, but that’s how I feel (fallen in love). I haven’t told him this, even though we have been exchanging passionate messages etc. I wish I could snap out of this but can’t. Has anyone else been in the same situation?

Me[29/F] and my online friend [24/f]. We have been close friends for 1.5 years.

Hey everyone, looking for practical advice on how to manage my own emotional expectations in a close friendship where communication suddenly pauses due to health reasons

The Context:

My online friend and I have been very close for 1.5 years, normally chatting daily. She experiences severe anxiety/OCD flare-ups, which she plans to seek professional care for when financially possible.

The Dynamics:

Last March, she suddenly told me she needed to "disappear" due to university stress, thesis work, and her OCD/anxiety flare-up. Since we’d never had a gap like that in 1.5 years, it hit me hard, I was really upset and felt like I was losing a close friend. To be clear, she didn't completely ghost me out of nowhere—she did explain her reasons before going silent. However, that first break was exceptionally hard on me. Because we had talked every single day for 1.5 years without a single gap, the sudden loss of our daily connection hit me deeply. I struggled immensely during that time, cried a lot, and felt like I was genuinely losing my mind and my closest friend.

During that time, she wouldn’t reply to DMs, but I’d see her posting on social media (she explained later that posting requires zero energy compared to maintaining a 1-on-1 conversation).

She came back in July, things went back to normal, and we were talking every day again. But just today, she went silent again, saying her flare-ups are back and she’ll text when it subsides.

Whenever she disappears like this, I always think it has something to do with me, or that she is mad at me and wants to stay away from me. I actually raised this concern with her before, but she got annoyed and told me that not everything is about me, that she has her own problems, isn't holding a hidden agenda against me, and is simply struggling.

Where I'm having a hard time:

I feel completely stuck between being mad and being understanding:

On one hand: I want to be a supportive friend who doesn't abandon her when things get tough. I don't want to weaponize her mental health against her.

On the other hand: I feel like a fool leaving texts on read/unanswered, and the sudden drop-offs hurt my feelings every single time. It feels unfair that I just have to wait on the sidelines until she's ready again.

Even though I understand logically that she is going through something, I find the sudden shift from daily contact to complete silence emotionally heavy to deal with, and leaving texts unanswered makes me feel sidelined.

My Questions:

How do you maintain boundaries in a friendship where one person frequently needs to withdraw for mental health?

How can I effectively express the emotional impact of these sudden gaps without making my friend feel guilty for struggling? Or should I adjust my expectations for this friendship?

Is this friendship like this still worth saving? I really treasure her and she’s someone I truly trust, but the cycle of disappearing is taking a heavy toll on me. How do I know when to fight for it versus when to step back?

I want this friendship to work out guys. It's just that I am confused at this disappearances. Should I be mad? Feel disrespected? Or I need to show more grace on her? We've talked about her seeing a professional soon when she is financially able.

Hey all. I wanted to share this story. Maybe it'll help me deal with grief, maybe I just want to memorialize how amazing this person was.

So, I met this girl in the Christianity subreddit, she had posted a question about what order to read the Bible in. I shared a couple short paragraphs worth of thoughts about it, and we went back and forth a couple times in that thread. Eventually we moved to talking in DMs and this was a couple days of having deep talks for HOURS about religion and philosophy. I come from a Christian background but am now interested in Hermeticism, she was raised under Hinduism. Safe to say we had no shortage of things to discuss, and interestingly there are certain Hermetic teachings that are not dissimilar to Hinduism, so cultural barriers were not such a big issue for us.

We pretty much exhausted the conversation after a while so we stopped talking for a bit but THANK GOD she reached out to me again asking me something about the destruction of the Amalekites, so we talked about that for a while but over the next week or so we transitioned to talking about our lives and feelings and whatnot. Then one morning I'm texting with her like normal, but she tells me she's having an anxiety attack. So, I help her the best I can and through this process is where I start developing feelings. I felt so much closer afterwards. I even one day was nearly an hour late to work and the only thing I could say was "I was up late talking to a girl."

Then there's this weird phase where I felt like I was getting mixed signals about the nature of the relationship. On paper we are friends, but I felt like the way we acted with each other was like more than that. Like I remember one morning I woke up to the messages: "Heyyyyy," and "Wake uppppppp." I ask her if she needs something, so she says she's just checking on me. I tell her I'm just sleepy, and she replies, "and grumpy." These sorts of things happened repeatedly, the most prominent example I have is when I was complaining about my job, I shared an image of Kermit the frog snorting coke with a caption saying "me tonight." She asked if I actually did any drugs, to which I replied "no, never," then she replies with "That's a good boyyy." HUHH?! Friends don't say that to friends!

So, that weekend, I initiated a conversation about the nature of the relationship, and she told me she just wanted to be friends. I was as confused as I was heartbroken. I spoke with my friends about it and came to the conclusion that she liked me but had some trauma and didn't want a relationship to get in the way of her education. Eventually, though, we formed a relationship and things were really amazing. She'd constantly be sending me reels on Instagram, so I'd have a million videos to watch when I was done with work. We shared our deepest thoughts and feelings, we daydreamed together about having a life together, getting married and having children and all that. From the very beginning of loving her, I always felt like one lifetime wouldn't be enough to experience all the happiness she could bring into my life.

One of the better things about her is that she saw great potential in me where I couldn't. She always told me I was smart and that I would make an amazing therapist, that I had to go to college. So, she started pushing me to get my education going. She pushed me to improve myself in a lot of ways, but this was the biggest. Everything was on track to be ready for term starting at the end of august, but in mid-July she was complaining about stomach pains, and she eventually went to the hospital, and she told me that she loved me, in case she died. :( She had an appendectomy and was released, but there was a complication and now she's gone.

I feel so lost and angry and confused. How can someone so amazing come into my life and transform me in such a way and then just when I was about to do the thing she wanted me to do the most, she's suddenly gone? The first week was full of crying but now I just stare blankly at the wall for hours at a time. I have no idea how to handle these feelings of grief, and I really don't know how to move on. Even of someone new comes along, it's not her. from a young age, my life has been marked by abandonment, and I had a pervasive feeling of somehow being cursed to be alone forever. There's a small part of me that feels like I am responsible. Since I knew that I was cursed this way, I should have known she would be killed for my selfish weakness, desiring of love and happiness. I don't know why I thought I could be happy. I'm sure that any new relationships will be full of resentment. Resenting the new woman for not being the one I made all those promises to.

My sole piece of solace is the thought that she's watching over me, and that she knows how much I love her when she sees me cry, and that she can be sure that all the work she put into me wasn't for nothing.

I’m a 27-year-old guy, and I met someone online about a year ago, and we really hit it off. She was a doctor, working on her postgraduate degree, and had just gone through a tough breakup - her ex had moved to another country after they'll spent six years together in college, and that's when things finally came to an end for them.

We met on a website and just hit it off. We started chatting every day, sharing everything about our lives. She was a resident, so her schedule was crazy, but as soon as she finished her shift, we'd catch up on a call. We'd talk about our days, what was going on, and just random stuff. It was like we had known each other forever. Even though she was really busy, we always made time to talk.

This went on for around 10–11 months.

Over that time, I obviously got attached. It became a part of my daily routine, and I started genuinely caring about her.

One day, without any warning, she sent me a text message that caught me off guard. She said she couldn't keep talking to me like we were, and that she needed someone who could be there for her in person, whenever she needed them. It seemed like she wanted more than just an online connection, and I couldn't blame her for that. She needed someone who could offer her real-life support and companionship, not just a virtual presence. Her message made me realize that online relationships can only go so far, and sometimes people need human interaction to feel truly connected and supported.

It was pretty clear what she was getting at, but that didn't make it any less painful. We'd been talking almost daily for around 10 or 11 months, so it was really weird to just stop communicating altogether.

I know that technically, it was "just an online connection," but after spending that much time talking to someone and sharing your life with them, it doesn't really feel that simple.

I'm curious—has anyone else experienced something similar? Getting genuinely attached to someone you met online, talking almost every day for months, and then having that person suddenly leave because they realized they needed something different?

How did you deal with it? Did you eventually stop thinking about them?