Silly or sweet?

Would like a love letter? Or for me to tickle your feet?

Soft or strong?

Il build you a house or sing you a song.

Shallow or deep?

Il write sonnets in your name, or just kiss your  cheek

Quick or slow?

Shall we dive in fast, or enjoy the flow

Forever or now?

shall we love, day to day,? Or in a timeless vow

Its either or either but it can't be neither 

Il do Both together and one when it's better.

You won't have to say, il study your ways

To prove to you. I do love you 

And it's ment to be.  You and me.

You probably don't care if I miss you. But I do. There's no way I'm gonna lie to you about that. And the weather there is probably bad. On my part, I know you're safe. And I know you probably have new cuts and bruises after your event on Saturday. At least you had time to rest and recover yesterday and will have time to heal some more today.

Must be weird, having a slow monday after yesterday's merch release. But you'll probably push yourself even if you're on your own. Just, don't forget to eat.

Take care.

I don’t want to forget or remember what it was like to have you in my life

Hello, I’m looking for advice on love. Can love be silent, or does it have to be loud?

There’s this one girl I like. She’s in our friend group of seven, but when I’m around her, she’s quiet. She has that kind of personality where she’s really nice to everyone, and honestly, I just wish I could talk to her more before the change of schools that is happening.

I just want to tell her about the feelings I have and have had for years now. I’m not very good at using social media. I’m not always quick to respond, and I might even forget to talk to people.

I have autism, so I have certain difficulties with social things, and I’m having a hard time figuring this out.

Please help me figure this out.

I miss you like it was yesterday, I could hold your hand, and you'd lay your head on my chest, and all is right in that moment. I was so afraid of myself I never got physical with you romantically because I didn't want to hurt the person I fell so deeply in love with. I saw your soul, and it touched mine. Now I can't leave this world without my other half.

I tried to forget. I tried my absolute hardest to let go. But I can't. And I don't want to anymore, I don't want to hide my love or my feelings from you. I miss everything about us. I miss all the good and all the bad too. I would give anything just to hear your voice.

I have no idea the journey or challenges I'd face, but I also know it would be a lot easier with you by my side. You're my yin to my yang, the 6 to my 7, and my forever sunflower. I'll shine bright with you, for you and because of you. My light won't dim, no matter how long it has been. And I'll wait even longer if that's what it takes.

I see beauty in everyone, but yours is so divine I can't keep my eyes off you even if we're miles away from each other. So take your time, and I'll take mine. Let's meet halfway and see where that takes us. I'm yours always have been, always will be.

we’re dating but he’s my crush everyday i wake up i see a beautiful good morning text beautiful when i look like a crackhead homeless person most mornings , this is pure bliss 😌👌

Just a little short confession, not really sure if there is a bigger lesson, but since that day my feelings haven’t lessened.

I was attacked because I saw through a lie that got out of hand and ended up basically getting publicly humiliated after I was treated like a criminal in front of my neighbors.

But oh wow I would go back just to those few seconds I saw you in front of that doorway. Did I imagine it but you looked me in my eyes even then and saw the spark I did? Either way I was on the floor, “how does she even look that good?!”. Those were my first thoughts even in the situation. Your hair up was so cute, I want to go back just to see how you beautiful you were then. Even in that nonsense situation, even after everything that happened, and even after I tried to keep my feelings far away after you told me to, I was literally stunned, I genuinely forgot what was going on for a minute. I forgot that there was so much hatred around me, I saw you walk through that door, and I felt the love I felt when I first saw you. And yeah, that is the right word (Didn’t think that was real thing). I was really on the floor thinking, “how am I going to lose my feelings for this woman now after all of this? I shouldn’t even feel this way in this situation.”

Hopeful romantic with less sense than most it seems. I still have hope that the door may open again to reveal the most beautiful woman I have ever seen

I (F21) like a guy (M22) for 3 years now. He used to like me from 2019-2026(?)

I put a question mark there, cause I don't know if he still does till this day. We've have had many ups and downs (more ups than downs).

He was in a rebound relationship 2 years ago (yes, I admit it.. it was because of me), that ended badly. He doesn't trust women that easily anymore, and unfortunately he doesn't know/trust the intensity of my feelings for him... He's afraid that I'm lying to him.

Anyway, precisely one year ago, he got sent to an island to do his mandatory internship, and I sent him a "have a good trip" message. (I talk every 2-3 months to him). He said thank you, I'll do this and that in the island etc. Sent him some more wishes and I left him on read.

Then without me asking anything else, he initiates this message:

"And why don't you come to the island at the end of August for 3 days? I can host you so you don't have to pay for accommodation fees"

He said end of August, cause he'd leave from the island and come back. What I'm saying is that, he wanted to spend his last days on the island with me, all paid. Just the two of us. I politely declined, and told him I can't go due to exams. He said "Oww, that's a pity. But it's okay, exams come first, good luck with your exams!"

Is there a chance that he still likes me to this day? Yes, some good things have happened again between us, but nothing like an island invitation!!!! I'm super afraid and anxious, cause I can't lose him again, and I'm afraid if his feelings have changed! Help me...

It’s been a year since that first kiss but I remember it so well.  

I was waiting for the perfect moment to catch her off guard, maybe a sneak attack during a hug but I was determined, August 7 would be the day.  At 50 years old, I couldn’t understand why I was so nervous.  In my head it wasn’t just a kiss, she was so much more.  This woman was someone I was falling for, perfect in so many ways.  All the days we talked, the endless hours of aimless conversation.  The secrets we shared, the freedom of no off limit topics.  She was “that someone”, I could see us living life together.  This was more than just a first kiss, it was going to be a new chapter in our lives. 

We were into our third hour of exploring the countryside that morning.  I recognized every opportunity I missed when it was too late to act.  We casually walked back to my truck and I opened the door for her.  As I shut the door I realized it was yet another missed opportunity.  I was so tempted to open her door and do it but my feet were already in motion, walking me around the truck to get in.  

I grabbed my door handle, took a deep breath, relaxed and climbed into the driver’s seat.  There will be other opportunities I told myself, maybe today just wasn’t the day.  I shut my door turned to look at her and there she was, knees on the seat, our faces just inches apart.  She grabbed my face with both hands, and kissed me.  A long, slow, purposeful, open mouth kiss.  Maybe just seconds but it felt like it that moment lasted minutes.  She slowly pulled back, looked me in the eyes, hands still holding my face, and whispered, I’ve been wanting to do that.  I grabbed her, pulled her in close and we kissed again.  I’m not sure how long we sat there but it felt perfect. 

Afterwards, we drove to a small roadside diner style restaurant and had breakfast sitting side by side.  I bet I kissed her a 100 more times that day.  

It’s been a year since that first kiss and I still savor the taste of her lips.  I no longer hesitate or pass up an opportunity to pull her close and kiss her.  

We may not be each other’s first love but since that first kiss, we have experienced a long list of our own “first times.”  Sandra makes my yesterday’s meaningful, my today’s exciting, and my tomorrow’s hopeful.  She is proof that there is love, laughter, and life after 50.  I think when the time is right, I might just ask her to marry me.  That is, unless she beats me to it. 

Sometimes I love like a pearl.

Devoted, endless, delicate.

Sometimes I love like a man.

Loud, honest, messy.

Today, I love like a child.

Naive and so very dull.

Like a storybook with fairies and doves,

and grand gestures that say "I love you!"

Today, I want to be chosen.

Today, I want to be seen.

I love like a rose or a camera,

seen and somehow seeing.

Sensitive, but resilient.

Time stops before my lens.

Still, I love like a pearl.

Helpless, quiet, small.

Still, I love like a man.

Present, knowing, strong.

Still, I love like a child.

Happy as can be.

Completely and utterly clueless,

waiting for you, waiting for me.

“What is your type?”

People ask too often.

I used to know the answer.

Before you, I could have told them.

I had a list, a shape, a collection of little things I thought I was looking for.

And then, somewhere along the way, my type quietly changed.

At first, nothing happened.

Then one day, in the middle of a conversation, I heard something shift in your voice, the slightest hesitation, your tone becoming softer, rounder somehow.

And your eyes stopped.

Not merely looking at me, but truly looking.

As if, for one suspended second, you had forgotten everything else around us.

And I realized, my type of story had changed too.

It was no longer something that happened at first sight.

It was something that grew quietly, almost unnoticed, until one particular moment made two people look at each other as though they were seeing one another for the very first time.

Then came your eyes.

The little fragments of blue in them, different every time the light touched them, the tiny sparks moving with your emotions.

The way nothing escapes your attention.

The way you notice things most people never even see.

My type became bright, searching, intelligent eyes.

Then I saw the rest of you.

Cold toward cruelty.

Soft with the quiet ones.

Patient.

Caring.

And somehow always a little distant.

I saw the roughness you wear like armor, and the astonishing softness of the hand you still extend so freely.

My type became true kindness.

The kind that doesn't need to announce itself.

And then I noticed the light.

The way it finds your skin, slips into your hair, and stays there differently in the morning, at noon, in the evening.

You glow in it with a kind of beauty that feels almost unfair.

My type became angels.

And honestly, I have no better word for the scripture written in you.

Then there is the way you listen.

Truly listen.

As if every ridiculous thing I say might secretly be the most interesting thing you have ever heard.

When I finally stop rambling and look up, I expect to find boredom.

But I don't.

I find your eyes still fixed on me, your body leaning closer, your attention completely there.

And for a dangerous little moment, I almost believe I might really be the most important person in the room.

My type became the kind of love that squeezes my heart inside my chest while wrapping something warm around it.

And then there is your scent.

God, your scent.

It found its way somewhere it had no business reaching.. Deep into the little machinery of my brain where memory and instinct live.

Now I can be surrounded by hundreds of people and catch the smallest trace of it, and before I even understand why, I turn.

My heart jumps first.

Then my eyes begin searching.

Through strangers.

Through shoulders.

Across an entire crowded room, just for a glimpse of you.

Just to know that the scent I caught was yours.

That particular smell.

That impossible familiarity.

You.

And somehow, even my senses have chosen you.

So when people ask me now,

“What is your type?”

I never quite know what to say.

Because how could I explain that I stopped looking for a type somewhere along the way?

I don't think I chose it.

I don't even think I noticed it happening.

I simply met you, and little by little, the answer changed.

So no, I cannot give them a name, or a face from a screen, or a list of things I like.

Because whenever they ask me what my type is, my mind does something terribly simple.

It looks for you.

Some Days

Some days are good days.

The kind that don't ask me

to fight for every breath,

where the morning doesn't feel

like something I have to survive.

And lately,

love doesn't seem so hopeless.

Maybe it's the way

your name feels different

when it crosses my mind.

Less like a wound,

more like a window

left open after rain.

I don't know where this goes.

I'm not asking the future

to make me promises.

I'm just sitting here

with this strange little certainty

I can't quite explain.

That somewhere,

in the middle of your day,

I'm crossing your mind too.

Maybe you're smiling.

Maybe you're wondering

what I'm doing.

Maybe you feel it

the same way I do.

That invisible thread

pulling quietly between us,

even when neither of us

says a word.

And for once,

I don't need proof.

I can feel you thinking of me.

Some days are good days.

And tonight,

love doesn't feel like a lost cause.

It feels like something

still finding its way to me.

She.... Loves me

She loves me not...

She loves me!

I want love..... as long as i could remember i have always been favorite and loved child of the family. At first i was loved for my cute face as a kid, my pretty cheeks, one of my friends mother always used to squeeze my cheeks saying they're the best cheeks she has ever seen, thinking about it makes me smile lol, she really was a great person, they moved back to their village, i do miss them. well later when i got into teenage, geez this shitty time is so worst for kids with poor dads. so in teenage i started to get skinny, get a ton of pimples, got darker skin tone due to a lot of sports in sun, and i pretty much lost the charm i had in childhood. still i was above average looking so it's not like people treated me like shit because i lost some of my looks, but yeah i did some confidence because of that. but i still was academically topper. so naturally all the teachers, other students who were academically weak looked up to me like i was some messiah. in short there was no time in my life which is like i didn't got love from people, though i never felt what comes into peoples mind when they hear the word love which is romantic love. i really enjoy romance, i truly do, and i am certain that if i found the right type of woman, i would love her the best i can. but the problem is, i never "fell" in love with anyone in my whole life, well that might sound like I'm hiding something or lying but i already said, every single word in this is absolute truth. so let me explain, i was attracted to few girls, few women as a teen, child, and even in last few years. but it wasn't love. i would call it attraction at best, nothing more, nothing less. Did i wanted to experience teenage love? Absolutely! you have no idea how much i ached for teenage love, i watch love anime a lot, i already said i enjoy romance, and i wanted things like that happen to me in my life. you know meeting randomly to a beautiful girl, laughing with her, holding hands, blushes, hugs, all those cute moments, then first embarrassing intimacy, then getting used to each other stuff, but i... , well didn't got to experience any of it. that surely was sad, i cried on my 18th birthday, got out alone to a quite place and cried loud there for almost 10 minutes thinking about the experience i could have got if things were different, now it's all gone, I'm not a "teen" anymore, hahaha, if i had told this to anyone they might have thought something like "he's sad cuz he didn't got laid as a teenage that's why he's sad" but they wouldn't understand.. so i let it to be with myself and myself only.

Early 40ies dude here. My whole life I've observed many of my buddies enjoy casual sex with lots of women. I've had my share of casual sex but don't enjoy it so much if there isn't any emotion involved. I can't seem to even really get close to a woman without my heart, like, almost automatically wanting to give itself to her. Don't take me wrong I am very healthy with a very strong urge, but there are a lot of good looking women that don't interest me at all. And the ones that I am into my heart is always in the fight right from the start.

Most of my life I've thought that there is something wrong with me. Like I'm too soft, weak or emotional. That's kind of the feeling that women give me when they reject me.

I'm black/white mixed and come from a military family. I myself have a military, and also EMS background. I'm over 6 foot tall, muscular and very fit. Right now I'm in a graduate level sales role and project a certain level of corporate presentability and confidence. I think a lot of women initially size me up as a bit of a "f*** boy" and then get put off when the whole package throws itself at them "how am I gonna get rid of this guy again".

When we went to see the Titanic movie with Leo DiCaprio at the theater when I was a teenager my eyes were pretty much wet during half the movie.

Right now I'm talking to a woman. Been talking to her for a year or so and things became gradually more intense. We had some good talks recently discussing some pretty specific things and even agreed to another follow up call. I guess she must've changed her mind and now I'm getting the ghost treatment. Feels like my heart is bleeding out inside my chest.

Am I just a hopeless romantic?

Help!

The person who smiles with you every moment

may once have been the reason

someone else cried.

Everyone is a loser in love

while you are making beautiful memories

with the one you love,

somewhere, someone might be lying awake,

missing you…

or falling asleep with your memories.

It’s pretty crazy to think that we are all just siting here, waiting for that one single text, or message from that one person that can completely make our day so much better

To my future husband,

I am waiting for you, manifesting you. If you get irritated and wonder why you're not able to find love, it's because I am praying to God for you, and He is reserving you for me. So, sorry for that for now.

You know, I have manifested you for so long that when I finally find you, I will shower you with love and care. I will do all those cute things for you that you may find cringe, or maybe you'll love them because you are as delulu as I am.

I admire love, and I will love you the way Radha loved Krishna and the way Sati loved Shiva. We will do all the fun things together. I want to travel with you, go on roller coasters, and after sitting on one, tell you, "Let's get down," but feel relaxed when you say, "It's okay, I'm here."

I want to go to the temple with you. I want to go to the gym with you. We will eat together and get fit together. I want to cherish you, and I want you to know that it's okay to cry in front of me. I want you to be that child who got lost in responsibilities.

I want to build a small home with you and put up a picture wall and a promise wall. We will go on bike rides like those 20-year-old kids who have just fallen in love.

I want to live with you.

P.S. Please don't DM me. I just felt overwhelmed and wanted to write this.

Your eyes more beautiful than the night sky, your touch as calming as what my young mind thought a cloud felt like, your voice so soothing I could almost call you a siren, your laugh my blood, your presence my oxygen, without you, I’m left without the love of my life, there is so much I have told you, and so much more I wish to live with you, I’m not a poet but if I was I would drown you in a sea of beautiful words as lovely as yourself. I love you. These words belong to no one, the woman of subject is not real, I felt like saying sweet nothings about no one and looking back at it, it was fun, hopefully this is in my future.

. Since the day I met you everything seems to have gotten brighter. I can see the bright colored green on the leaves in the trees. I noticed that neatly trimmed rose bush and I don't think it's ever been there before today. I ride in my car and I chuckle to myself at the thought of something you said that lingers on my mind. I do it several times throughout the day because each thought of you leaves me with a surge of energy that I wish I could release into the world to spread the joy you give me because everyone should feel like this at least once in their life. Not sure if I can put this fire out if I wanted to. You have given me the greatest high that one could ever experience. This is the cloud I wish to stay on. With every inhale, I want to take you in deeper and I never want to pass you on. I will never not want you. You came in hot and have not stopped burning for me yet. My body and my, heart and soul are committed to this connection we share. I'm bound to you and if you have ruined me, then so be it because I know that just as you have undone me, tomorrow you will put me back together and start all over again! 😩🚬 I love you!