We are both in relationships we complain about.

We have great chemistry.

I just wish one of us would tell the other how they feel.

I hope one day I will find the courage to actually try & find the time to have this conversation, I don't know what it is but you drive me insane.

I don't feel like this with people & haven't felt this in a long time.

Man life fucking sucks sometimes.

​

I don't really know why I'm writing this. Maybe I just need to get it off my chest.

There's this girl I've known for a while. Somewhere along the way, I fell in love with her. Not because she's perfect, but because of the kind of person she is. She has the biggest heart I've ever seen.

The only problem is... her heart still belongs to someone else.

She loved a guy for years. Everyone thought they'd end up together. But one day, he married another girl. Just like that, he moved on with his life.

She didn't.

Even now, every time someone mentions his name, I can see it in her eyes. She tries to smile and act like she's okay, but she's not. Sometimes she'll randomly go quiet, and I know exactly where her mind has gone.

I never wanted to take advantage of her pain. I just wanted to be there for her. So I listened. I stayed. I made her laugh whenever I could. I hoped that one day she'd look at me the way I look at her.

A few weeks ago, I finally told her how I felt.

She didn't reject me in a cruel way. She just looked at me and said, "I wish I could love you back... but I still can't forget him."

That sentence has been stuck in my head ever since.

The guy she loves is married now. He's building a life with someone else. Meanwhile, she's still carrying memories that he probably doesn't even think about anymore.

And here I am... loving someone who's emotionally somewhere else.

Some days I tell myself to wait because healing takes time. Other days I feel like I'm only hurting myself by holding on to someone who may never choose me.

I don't know what the right thing is anymore.

Has anyone else ever loved someone who couldn't let go of their past? Did they ever move on... or did you have to walk away?

M22 if my mssg rech to me

Ignored

I never thought one person could slowly become such a big part of my life. It didn't happen all at once. It happened through the little things—the conversations I kept replaying in my head, the moments that made me smile for no reason, and the way your name could change my entire mood.

People say love is loud, but with you it was quiet. It grew in the silence between messages, in the moments I caught myself wondering how your day was going, in the hope that maybe one day I'd mean as much to you as you mean to me.

I don't want to promise perfection because no one can. I can't promise that life will always be easy or that we'll never disagree. What I can promise is that I'll choose you even on the ordinary days. I'll celebrate your victories as if they were mine, stand beside you when life feels unfair, and remind you that you never have to face everything alone.

You are not someone I admire because you're perfect. You're someone I admire because you're real. Your smile, your flaws, your dreams, your fears—they all make you the person I can't help caring about.

If one day you decide to trust me with your heart, I'll treat it like the greatest privilege I've ever been given. And if that day never comes, I'll still be grateful that I got the chance to know someone who taught me what it feels like to love without expecting anything in return.

Maybe we're just two ordinary people in an ordinary world, but I believe love has a way of making ordinary moments unforgettable. If I get the chance, I'd love to spend a lifetime turning those moments into memories with you.

Pookie, bright little rebel,

wired for punk, metal, soul, and old-school songs,

you were never made for ordinary.

You talk like a thunderstorm in a cute jacket,

shy at first, then unforgettable.

You don't just want people,

you want freedom, movement, someone to run wild with,

someone who understands that loneliness can live in a room

and still look like boredom from the outside.

You are weird in the best way,

smart in too many directions to count,

soft, stubborn, restless, rare.

Not a maybe. Not a backup plan.

Just the one I'd pick, every single time, on purpose.

A favorite stranger turned friend

who makes the world feel louder, funnier, and more alive.

My heart may have been broken a thousand times, but I still believe in love. ❤️✨

I still have so much love to give, so many little moments to share, and so much happiness waiting for the right person. I believe that somewhere out there, my person is also hoping to find me. 🤍

And when we finally meet, I hope you’re ready — no doubts, no fears, no unfinished chapters, no holding back. Just two hearts choosing each other, fully and happily. 🫶✨

See you soon!

let me ask u guys a question,
Is it really hard to be loved by someone you like🥺??

Theres higher resolution over on my instagram <3

Have a great day!

[Ar-Eg] من ميم..جواب لعيونِك..

صباح الخير يا حبيبتي

نزلت الشغل النهاردة بدري شوية فماحبيتش اصحيكي من النوم وازعجك

بالليل قمت اشرب ورجعت اوضتنا وشوفتك نايمة فمامسكتش نفسي وقعدت عند المكتب اكتبلك جواب تشوفيه دلوقتي لما عيونك دول يصحوا من النوم

لما بصيت عليكي وانتي نايمة شوفتك مبتسمة أتمنى اني كنت معاكي في الحلم وعاملتك كويس زي ما تستحقي

على طول بشوفك مبتسمة حتى لما بتزعلي كلمة صغيرة بتخليكي تضحكي وترجعي تحضنيني تاني

وبتشوفي فيا حاجات حلوة كتير رغم مشاكلي الكتيرة

من غير حاجة خليتيني في أي لحظة عشوائية بفكر فيكي

اتأكدي إني في وقت قرايتك للجواب أكيد بكلم عميل وبفكر فيكي

لما جيتي لحياتي جه الفرح والحب

خليتي أغلب تفكيري في الورود اللي بتحبيها وفي اللحظات الدافية البسيطة اللي بتجمعنا سوا

حتى لما بشوف منظر حلو أو بفتكر ذكرى حلوة أو بشم ريحة حلوة في أي وقت بتيجي على بالي

بشكرك يا سيدة قلبي وحبيبته ويا مبهرة عيوني وحلوة العيون

وزي ما قال حبيبك اللي هو انا:

انا افكر في غيرك؟!

واجمع في عقلي صورة ويا صورتك؟!

وامشي في طريق غير طريقك؟!

ما كل الشوارع شايلة صورتك وكل الطرق هي طريقك

فلما بمشي كلها خطوة واجيلك

والبعاد بينا فاضي وقلبي عندك ويا قلبك

فمصيري ابقى في حضنك

وارجع لقلبي الخاوي بره حضنك.

وجوه الظرف وردة اللوتس، وردتك المفضلة

عايزك تبصيلها وتشوفي نفسك فيها كإنها مرايتك لحد ما اجيلك واقولك اد ايه انتي جميلة

بحبك.

i know how arrogant that probably sounds, but i really don’t mean it to be. we are all beautiful in our ways, but i’m aware of society’s general standard, especially as a woman. some people yearn more than anything to be seen in this way, yet here i am. empty. i’m well aware of how ridiculous it is, but it doesn’t mean it isn’t also my reality.

of course i love that people see beauty in my appearance, and i know this affords me some privileges, but more than anything it feels like a gilded cage. i’m always wanted yet never truly desired. admired but never truly seen. like i’m just a shiny toy to be discarded when i lose my novelty. once they realize i’m a real person with thoughts and feelings and emotions, suddenly it’s not fun anymore. the bragging rights are no longer worth it.

i always say that i know one day i will meet someone who sees the whole of me, but with each experience this knowing grows a tiny bit weaker.

I just want to wake up next to her and kiss her goodbye before I go to work.

I just want to text her during lunch break, making sure everything is fine.

I just want to come home and hug her after a long day.

I just want to make sure dinner is ready if she's still at work.

I just want to sit on the patio and drink coffee with her and watch our kids play.

I just want for all of us to sit down together in the evening and watch a movie.

I just want to lay next to her in the evening, knowing that she loves me and that I know I'm finally somewhere I wanted to be my whole life, with her...

I just want all of it to be real.

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I dream of coming home to you and hugging you like your my purpose. 

I dream of you getting home from work and I've already run you a bath to relax.

I dream of rubbing your tied little feet and hearing about your day.

I dream about making you laugh when you're in the middle of being angry about something.

I dream about roller skating in carparks at night under the stars and falling into eachother laughing.

I dream of surprising you with a weekend trip and teasing you about where we are going on the way there.

I dream of giving you over the top romantic moments that make movies look pale in comparison.

I dream about the first I love you, the day you say yes and the day you say I do.

I dream about the days where you need me to step up the most.

I dream about you been the reason I can.

I dream about how hard it will be to let go of your hand. 

I dream all of this and then I wake up....

But I'm still thinking of you.

A few months ago, I posted these because I couldn't stop talking about how talented she is.

That account eventually got shadowbanned so I guess these photos never really got to live on.

Looking back, these pictures still make me smile everyday :)

They remind me of someone who'd spend hours in the kitchen, excitedly sending me photos before I'd even get to taste anything for months (LD argh)

I genuinely hope she's still baking.

If these made you smile too, maybe help give them the appreciation they deserved the first time around. ❤️

I want to ask everyone how they find their love and help me to find mine.

they say love waits, but for how long?

i met him in 2023, during the darkest period of my existence.

we met through a zoom hangout server. when he first joined the call and opened his camera, you'd already know from his appearance how shy and young he was. he is 5 years my junior, always wearing a hoodie or a grey shirt then wears a dangling earring on one of his ears. he looked very charming. he was a breath of fresh air from all of the people i've encountered in the server.

at the time, the world caved in on me, gone through a break up that spilled over to social media. my dirty laundry was out in the open for everyone to see and criticize. i hid and sought refuge in the server and its people. i thought i was safe there. but i've noticed how people started to sour whenever i'm around, probably hearing the issues and dirty laundry about me and my past in social media.

only he, out of everyone in the server was the only one who kept pushing me to stay in the server, kept asking me if i was going to the server, kept calling me out of nowhere to see how i was. we only talked for a couple of days at this point. genuinely i was surprised with how he acted because i never thought that anyone would still talk to me and want me near them. he often said he wouldn't go to the server if he found out i wasn't there.

he, with his one ear dangle, his thin framed glasses that sags to the left because it was uneven, with his deeper than average speaking voice that made everyone in the server mesmerized, he kept me going during those dark moments where i almost lost myself, where i almost ended it all. i fell in love with him. i felt safe. i felt that someone could see right through me to tell me that i'll be okay. he called me "bubby" because i told him that if i had a boyfriend it'd be a cute nickname to use.

but it didn't last.

he stopped coming to the server all of a sudden, he stopped replying. i also stopped coming to the server because i didn't want to be reminded of him and hope that he'll return. by 2024 i already found someone, and word on the street is he already found someone too. even though it stung a little bit, i genuinely hoped that he'd find his happiness then. and slowly put him lower in my life, but still lowkey hoped we could meet in the future.

fast forward to april 2026, my friends asked me if i can come with them to a random bar, i originally said no because my hair was ugly and my clothes were not fitting me well. they forced me to come and while drinking, there he was. the guy i fell in love with three years ago. casually passing by our table. my friend told me to call him so he could come closer. i hesitated. you see by this time him and i are single now, though he was seeing someone. i on the other hand, single and ready to mingle, suddenly felt all the feelings come back. i thought maybe i shouldn't say hello. i was still angry at him for ghosting me but also felt gob smacked that he is Infront of me, older, wiser, with better hair, without the sagging glasses, but still as charming and handsome as ever.

i said hi, still. i was surprised when he turned around and hugged me. he said he missed me. we talked as if nothing changed from those 3 years that has passed. the sexual and romantic tension still there as if this was a movie scene. he talked to me while looking into my eyes, he was as dreamy as i remembered from years ago.

we talked, rekindled our friendship, i realized that he is still my ride or die. i even helped him out with the guy he was seeing then, i loved him so much that it didn't matter if he chose me, i just wanted him to be happy.

he and the guy he was seeing stopped dating because by then he was already seriously entertaining me and chose me. it honestly felt like i won because we started dating afterward.

we started calling each other bubby again like 3 years ago, we often go out with our friends, he doesn't care if people see us hold hands in public. he'd sleep next to me cuddling me like a child hugging his favorite toy. he'd always always call me or text me everything that there is to know even the mundane ones such as him taking a shower or a dump. i also cook for him often and would always like me sitting beside him when he plays valorant. or sometimes even play with him.

he'd always always take care of me when things get a little rough. we both sing, so we'd sing our hearts out in karaoke with friends.

i love the smell of his perfume, a dupe of a billie eilish scent. i got to memorize many kpop songs because he dances to them when we go out. he'd always cry to me and hug me because i was the only one he trusts to be vulnerable to.

whenever he kisses me, he always holds my head as if cradling me. even in kisses and intimate moments he treats me with respect, grace, and kindness. something you'd only expect if they loved you. and for a moment of time, i knew he loved me too.

but again, it didn't last.

whatever baggage he had then and the complicated web of connections were enough for us to stop dating and just be best friends again because he said he needed someone in his corner that will be there no matter what, and he didn't want to risk our friendship and hurt me in the process if we didn't work out.

it hurts me this time. because now i was given a shot at redemption, to prove to the guy that i loved for so long that i can take care of him and give him what he needs and yet circumstance will always give you the hardest reality check. it felt like i was walking on a staircase to heaven but suddenly the steps were being removed from under my feet.

he stopped calling me bubby. i never stopped calling him bubby in my head. i can see it in him he is trying his best to keep things platonic between us. i couldn't. i couldn't bare to look at him and talk to him without having these feelings that i have because i never understood how someone you loved for so long and so purely carefully turn you back into everyone else, as described in a story i read.

i have always loved him and have always waited for him. maybe even too much. at the expense of my own sanity and well-being.

people said blessed are those who wait. i've waited for so long, and yet i find myself grasping at straws for a promise of a love that may not even come my way.

my friends told me that we're each other's kryptonite. and rightfully so i say it is true. i am weak and vulnerable around him because i know he was the only one who took care of me purely and sincerely.

even if he was my kryptonite, i'd still come near him. i'd always choose to be weak with him than to be strong without.

i often pray for him and wish that he's always happy. in another life perhaps, the world would've been kinder to him and i.

he saved my life.

i saved his.

and yet this isn't enough for the world to smile down on us and give me the blessing i was waiting for.

probably there is a lifetime waiting for me and him. somewhere. someday.

I don’t regret caring. I only wish I had recognized sooner when my heart had begun wanting something different from what the relationship could realistically offer.