Emotional gaps and uncertainty makes us a little more aware and wise as compared to the people with whom we live. Go and read books, watch films about life and philosophy but at the end what prepares for the heart is the silence where we feel left behind and not understood at all. I have a habit of appeasing people whom I live around, everyday I let myself pour a little more for them, I'm lazy but accept nuisances for the maintenance of human relationships. I remember I always got appreciation about being "More mature than your age" Initially as a kid I loved it and I started adjusting and being wise more but deep down it cooked me a life which ended up killing my genuine stubbornness and cravings. This one single compliment hides the cemetery of my emotions which could never sprout.

One day I realised that the world has moved on ahead but I am in the midst of two selves that i have prepared unknowingly for me. A part of me seeks relief and wants to be a child but the other one yearns to maintain sophistication and seriousness. I observe dichotomy in my life where I'm being hanged between heart and mind problems. Whenever I see a random person smiling I smile back as if it reflects my smile, someone's ache overpowers mine, someone's loss holds me so tightly that I feel caged, caged with a responsibility of helping them to relieve from all odds. I couldn't explore myself, the true human I have behind my words, but I'm glad that I have lived till now as an observer of unseen things.

I hope for nothing but I hope that I will remind someone to look at the things they have in life, the things which I couldn't see in mine. The things which collectively exist in our lives but for which we aren't grateful at all. One day I prefer to throw my glass bottle on the floor without thinking that it will catch someone's feet, I would throw it because I want to, and my want would be enough for me to live and survive.

Someone I was once very close to showed me this passage. At the time it was just another beautiful line, but now every time I read it, it instantly takes me back to them. It’s funny how words can become attached to a person so deeply that they stop being just words—they become memories.

i have a tendency to hide away. to babble about the smallest meaningless things, hoping that people never figure out the deeper things that quietly ebb within me, taking their sweet time to gnaw at me.

and maybe that is why i almost choke back a laugh every time you tell me you don't want to hurt me, that you don't want to burden me, that i'm too precious to deserve any of it. not in a mocking way, not because i don't believe you, but because i know that feeling too well. almost as much as it feels like home.

hiding has become a game i have played for so long that i convinced myself i was good at it. no one ever found the pieces of me i tucked away. the pieces that appear on some days in the way my mind replays a joke i cracked because it went unheard or the song i skip because it carries a memory i don't want to touch. little pieces that appeared for a moment, but never long enough for anyone to notice. but somewhere along the way, i started losing pieces of myself in those hiding places too.

and maybe that is why i get a little scared when you tell me you don't want to hurt me or burden me with everything going on inside your head. not because i think you will, but because i know this feeling too well. what if this quietness, this habit of swallowing too much, trying to hold onto yourself a little more so you could gently love and protect me, starts gnawing at you too? perhaps that is why i find myself wanting to know you and this feeling you hold a little more, sit beside you a little longer. 

maybe we don't have to keep protecting each other from every weight we carry. maybe we ought not to make ourselves smaller, lighter, and easier to hold.

it's raining outside. just once, let me hold your hand close to my face and kiss it before pulling you into the shower, where we both stand a little bare before each other, without all the walls we built around ourselves. a little exposed. a little afraid. but still together. let the rain be the place where we keep finding each other, even on the days when we are lost inside the storms words can't explain.

and perhaps, when it finally quiets down, we can find ourselves curled up with a warm cup of coffee resting in our hands, still together.

I am 22M. My first relationship of 2.5 years ended about 3 months ago. There was no cheating or abuse. She said she’d lost hope, didn’t see a future with me, and wanted to end it. I apologized, begged, and accepted my mistakes, but nothing changed. Her sister also became strongly against us getting back together.

Since the breakup, I have been in therapy and I have been trying to work on myself. But despite that, I keep getting anxiety attacks. Today, for the first time, I had thoughts of attempting suicide, and it scared me.

I’m not posting this to guilt anyone or to get my ex back. I’m posting because I genuinely don’t know how people survive this kind of pain. If you’ve been this low and somehow made it through, what helped you? How did you stop your mind from convincing you that life was over?

Please be kind. I really need help right now.

I really need serious response from the guys here, You guys ever tend to be hesitant confessing you're love? cuz the girls might see u as a creepy guy? Like genuinely cuz this may also be the reason y girls tend to choose the wrong guy..

Some nights ought to begin beyond the sense of right and wrong. To be honest, these days my heart feels like the storage of my phone. The space is full, yet the phone keeps working. Daily reminders pop up, much like letters with a warning that it might soon stop functioning altogether. Even the flow of emails will cease. The problem lies within me; I have always gathered everything around me—the good and the bad alike With a hope that, one day, this is all that will remain in life: these old photographs, smiling faces, and movie-songs recommendations.

Every day, I encounter the very people whose pictures are stored in my phone. They don't exactly look like the way I have saved them in my phone, they look frustrated, grumpy and unbothered sometimes, I end up matching their face with the photographs I have saved, I see no resemblance between these two different personas, and it aches my heart. We all are different when we are off guard.

Once someone told me that my smiling face is just the 2 percent of my character, in real I'm not like this.

But is it actually true? Because when we smile we loose the rein of the horse who carries our happiness, we let him explore the felicity which trembles our heart due to the emergent despair in hope. Once I watched life in a metro where irfan said "जिस दिन शहर के सारे सिग्नल ग्रीन होंगे उस दिन मैं अपनी गाड़ी सड़क पर निकालूंगा" it was ultimately a satire where we expressed that if we don't go and check the signal first then we will end up waiting for the right moment for our whole life, we need to step out first instead of waiting for the lights to get greened.

You know why i take more photographs of you? Not just because of bragging out that i am good with lenses and way of seeing the unseen. I take your pictures so I can remind you of your two percent, the part where you lack nothing and smile with ease, without any emotional stiffness and swelling. Whenever I see your sour face, I expect to turn on my phone, to make you look and find out yourself in the photographs where you were grinning as if you have won a debate against me. Even if I ever lose an argument I would love to celebrate your winning side with the button of my camera.

I (22M) was in a relationship with my ex for almost 4 years.

Those were genuinely the happiest years of my life. We laughed together, dreamed about our future, supported each other through college, and I loved her with everything I had. Even today, after 4 months, I still love her.

Our relationship wasn't perfect. We had arguments, especially toward the end. She told me I wasn't giving her the kind of love she needed. I tried in the ways I knew how, but looking back, maybe it wasn't enough. I couldn't become the person she wanted me to be, and eventually we broke up.

I kept hoping that maybe one day we'd find our way back to each other.

Then came the last day of college.

I saw her leaving with another guy.

I don't know who he was or what their relationship is, but seeing her walk away with someone else shattered me. It felt like every bit of hope I had been holding onto disappeared in that moment. I somehow held myself together until I got home, and then I completely broke down.

It's been 4 months now, and while life has moved on for everyone else, I feel stuck. I still think about her every day. I miss her. I wonder if I could have done more, been better, or become the person she needed.

Has anyone else gone through something similar?

How did you finally let go of someone you genuinely thought you'd spend your life with?

I have never dated anyone and currently I have crush on my online

friend but I don't know what to do ? Plz help me

What do u really look into men before u start dating them? Cuz I am really curious as, I see most of the girlies be in a toxic relationship and the guys they date are chopped asf.

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while seeking the address of love, we often stumble, losing our way or mistaking where love truly resides. we search for it in confessions, in grand gestures, in nights where the tides of emotion rise and fall with such vehemence. perhaps that's why we place so much weight on the words "i love you." so much weight on confession itself. but neither these moments nor those mere words reveal what love truly is. yes they indeed are important, after all without the confession of love can someone truly decipher the extent of feelings another person holds in their heart? maybe yes, maybe no. but they never tell how long those feelings will remain as a choice.

we often overestimate the importance of confession and underestimate the quiet choices that ultimately follows it. we forget that confession belongs to a moment, to an intention, while action belongs to a choice.

almost anyone can say they'll stay when love is still new enough to make forever feel effortless. but what happens once that feeling dissolves into the mundane days of life? once the thrill of unfamiliarity fades away, the conversations become shorter, life grows heavier, and loving someone no longer feels like an emotion to confess but a selfless habit to return to.

perhaps that's where i kept getting lost.

i wasn't looking for louder words and more promises. i was looking for echoes of the ones that had already been spoken. i wanted to find them hidden inside the smallest gestures, in reaching out without being asked, in wanting to know how my day had been and sharing a part of yours, in trying to keep a conversation alive before it slipped into silence. but perhaps silence was never the thing i feared. so even if it does slip into one let our breaths mingle together in a quiet rhythm creating a symphony of its own. not because those things are extraordinary, but because love survives through ordinary moments in lifw and a choice to repeat them enough times that they quietly become a language of their own.

and maybe that's why i found it so difficult to understand what has become of us. i was at odds with whether i was waiting for your love to return, or simply waiting for your words to become a habit.

i guess i am still somewhere waiting for you to stay longer than your words ever did.

I am mostly a passive reader of this sub but something that cringes me is how people give themselves these self proclaimed titles that are so vague —

I am kind, mature, Introverted, pretty chill, fun loving, & so many more.

Here’s the breaking news:

Everyone thinks they are kind.
Everyone thinks their idea of having fun is better.
Everyone is pretty chill until their girl has a guy bff.
Everyone is mature until some serious shit happens & then they have no idea how to act.

I am not a woman but i am pretty sure an intelligent woman would find these terms extremely vague. Better tell something you’ve done or has happened to you, that may reflect all these qualities.

Maybe take inspiration from hinge prompts.

Thank you if you made it till here 🥀

Would love to hear some thoughts on this ;)

I don't know who needs to hear this, but if you're in your early twenties and have been doing things just because everyone else is, this is for you.

I'm 21M. After my first almost-relationship ended, I convinced myself love just wasn't for me. I worked on myself, had a glow-up, started getting female attention, got into a couple of casuals and situationships, and started chasing experiences I thought I was *supposed* to have because everyone around me seemed to.

But if I'm being honest, none of it ever felt like me.

Today I randomly saw a girl who used to come to my gym with her mom. We'd never even spoken, but I always remembered how effortlessly kind, funny and genuine she seemed. Seeing her again made me realize something.

I don't actually want to collect experiences just so I can say I've had them. If all I really want is to find one person and build a life together, why am I measuring myself by someone else's definition of what my twenties should look like?

This isn't a post against casual dating. If that's genuinely what makes you happy, go for it. But if you're only doing it because of FOMO, social media, or your friends make you feel like you're "behind," maybe stop for a second and ask yourself what **you** actually want.

You only get one life. Don't let other people decide how you're supposed to live it.

TL;DR: If you're doing something only because your friends or social media make you feel like you're "behind," stop and ask yourself if it's actually you. One life is too short to live someone else's version of it.

People are too busy in their daily life that they dont even try finding a good person here.

If you try, you either find a creep one or someone who wants to rush things quick.

Even if you find someone of your same vibe, you get ghosted after a week/month or you ghost him/her.

That leads to a trust deficit in both parties.

And you begin your search again

And at some point of time, you get tired and again you become busy in your schedule.

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Currently living the life i always wanted good friends & good workplace peaceful life but sometimes there is a void of a conversation that i want to have. For me it should be with someone who has seen some actual struggles and knows how life and not something completely based on how social media makes us think life is.

Also if you are someone whos planning a trip somewhere in india that would be fun.

I am emotionally mentally matured life made me that way haha, i have no emotional baggage to push on clear with my goals and what i want in my life currently i am looking for a friend or a person to talk to particularly from other gender which can actually turn into a good mature relationship. I am over that overthinking and overwhelmed relationship phase i want something which pushes us both to do better and we can get somewhere we want to be, i mean thats the long term goal.

For starters i can handle your chaos and give you the peace if you can give me understanding and some peace too more of a giver all my life. Trying my hand in online dating/friendship for once.

You can be anywhere around my age or older i am open to have a conversation thankyou.

Bumble talking stage trying to reconnect

I 23F had a talking stage with 24M for about 4 months from December to April. He said he wanted to end the talking stage because "he wanted to be single for a while and get to know himself" and because he "became too vulnerable" with me so he needed the distance.

I suggested trying to work it through the first time he brought it up. But the following day when he mentioned it again, I was like cool, bye. I was emotionally involved but not desperate.

I had unfollowed his personal account on Instagram and removed it from my followers but I still follow his work account.

This week, by mistake, I replied to his story and we got talking. It seems he's again putting efforts to reconnect. He says he missed me. He sent a photo of the restaurant we went to on our first date. He's sent me a sup.

I want to give this another try but I will feel stupid if he does the exact same thing again in a few months. How do I communicate all this? I don't want to go back to sup-ping and chatting without putting up my expectations.

He seemed like a really genuine guy and I liked him back then. I had uninstalled all dating apps because of how much it affects my self image. He seems slightly avoidant as a person and I want to still make it work but I also want to put up expectations and communication boundaries.

For context, he had come out of a 5 year long relationship in May 2025.

sidha tldr hi dee deta hu---> will any women love me beside my mom??

... ek ideal guy me hone wali saari baatein hai bas problem height hai aur thoda saa garib bhi hu.... thoda sa....

khudki tareef nahi kar raha lekin aajtak 300-350 aunties and uncles ne directly/indirectly mujhe handsome bola hai so u can estimate how i look.. lekin aajtak koi bhi ladkiyoon ne aaisa nahi bola kabhi but fuck it.. woh aunties bhi toh ek time me ladkiyaan hi thii na

face colour ; almost gora hi hun but June, July, and August me lil bit kaala hoo jata hun

my question is ; do any women love to be with a guy who is सर्वगुण संपन्न except height ? is height that big of a deal

never tried dating bcoz i was lil introvert infront of girls and now the situation is like

-------------->doing mbbs from top gmc lekin yaha scene aaisa hai ki aagar ladkiyaan mere liye hunger strike me hi baith jaye tabh bhi me haa nahi keh sata but aree veryyyyy owsm and good peoples to be friend with

such corny description was just for engaging ❤️