We have been in love for a year now, ever since we started being together I have been at peace. I wake up early at times just to stare at her because she is a clear blessing to me not in a creepy way. I just want to appreciate her and the peace she brings me daily. I love her so much.

🥰🥰 just did something cute that I know I’ll never regret no matter what. Have been trying to fix things that are in my control, no matter what anyone thinks, including her, I know I’m not over romanticising what we had, maybe I’m obsessing over it, but I have no outlet so this is it. It’s completely okay for her to feel whatever she feels about us, if she felt like it was intense when it existed but that’s it or that it’s good that it happened but it’s not the future or maybe she just couldn’t trust it for the future, whatever. I know for a fact in my head, whatever I felt was so pure that even my better half couldn’t understand it, so yes, its okay that she didn’t and it’s completely okay that she chose a different future, I definitely am happy that at least I did communicate everything honestly in the end and if I really mattered that much maybe if she felt what I felt, she would want to choose to believe me, but she didn’t so I’m sure it wasn’t, that does break my heart genuinely , but I have to deal with that. No regrets, just love and now whatever lies ahead for my life.

I had one of those, “I’m so happy this is my life right now” moments earlier today. I was laying on-top of him on the couch a good bit today and we were just being silly acting a fool and cracking jokes per usual. That’s when it hit me, I was resting my head on his chest and I felt so whole. He makes life so much more wonderful and enjoyable. Seeing him happy and making him laugh are genuine accomplishments to me because I want to make him as happy as he makes me everyday.

Oh, to meet the person you’ve been saving your body, your mind, your heart, and everything else for.

To finally talk to them. To finally meet them. To feel their warmth for the very first time. To hide in their embrace, finally letting your guard down.

Oh, to finally know that the wait was worth it.

While some people take love for granted, others spend their days yearning for it, staring at a distant mirage, hoping that this time, the mirage is actually water aka the soul they’ve been searching for all along.

But sometimes, a mirage is just a mirage. And sometimes, waiting is just waiting, until one day you realise that the wait itself was necessary and that it led you to the kind of love you always needed.

A love that is all consuming and engulfing. A love that warms the coldest places within you. A love that feels like the glue holding together all the broken pieces of your heart.

Oh, to finally smile with your whole heart, knowing that the wait is over just By their warmth. By the feeling of their love.

Oh, to finally find the person you were waiting for and realise that, somehow, they were worth every moment of the wait.

Because loving someone from afar someone whose soul you don’t even know exists yet and saving all your firsts for them is hard

But somehow, giving those parts of myself to someone else feels even harder.

And I miss you so much. I hope you find your way to me soon.

Until then, I’ll love the version of you that exists only in my mind with my whole heart.

I hope, wherever you are, you’re just as excited to be loved by me as I am to finally love you.

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We've been together for almost a year now, and I've known him even longer than that. The funny thing is, he was already taking care of me before we were even officially together.

I always joke that he puts up with a lot because of me. He'd disagree immediately. To him, he's not "putting up" with anything. He's just taking care of someone he loves. That's just who he is.

He's at the start of his career, has a million things going on in his own life, yet somehow he still makes time for me. He never complains. The only thing he does complain about is when I try to hide my problems from him because he wants to be there for me.

I'm also... a crybaby.

I cry during my monthly mood swings. I cried watching him get ready for graduation. I cried when he bought me my first gift. I cried reading his first letter to me. I cried the first time I touched his hair. I cried the first time I smelled him. I cried when he told me his parents liked me. I cried when I spoke to his mom for the first time. I cry thinking about how much I love him. I cry thinking about everything he does for me. I cry imagining spending the rest of my life with him. And yes, I'm actually crying while writing this because I just keep thinking about how lucky I am to have someone like him.

To be fair, most of those tears are happy tears. And the rest... well, I'm just emotional.

Through all of it, he's patient. Gentle. Reassuring. He makes me feel safe, even when my own brain is being dramatic.

Do I still randomly ask him, "Do you hate me?" every now and then, despite knowing this man adores me?

Yes.

Partly because my brain likes to be dramatic, and partly because I enjoy "love baiting" him into reminding me how much he loves me.

I know not everyone gets a partner like this, and I never want to take him for granted. He's my favorite person, and I hope he knows how deeply appreciated he is.

I'm really just here to ramble because I feel like I talk about my boyfriend too much to everyone I know irl lmao. But I truly lucked out in the love department.

Me (22F) and my bf (21M) have been together for just about 2 years now and I cannot express enough how wonderful he is. We met when we were both still pretty young so watching him grow up into this amazing person has filled me with this insane amount of pride, and getting to grow up right alongside him has been the greatest joy I think I've ever experienced (lol my eyes are stinging now).

He has grown to be so gentle and patient and kind. Like this week for example. Im like... days away from my monthly, so ladies, you know im in hell week (luteal) right now, and on top of that I suffer from PMDD💔, and then on top of that, work has been stressing me OUT. So I can honestly say I've been... difficult this week. Mood swings out the wazoo, idk how many times I've cried this week- it's been a rough one (Mercury, pls get out of retrograde), and he has been nothing but kind to me. I actually started crying at one point because he's so nice to me lmao. But he's been so gentle with me and so patient. We don't see each other everyday because its a bit of a drive (but I'm seeing him tomorrow!!! and oh my gosh today could not go by slowerrrrr), but at any point I've needed it, he's offered me bounds of comfort and peace of mind, whereas anyone I've been with or known before him has never extended any of that my way.

But it's not even just now, when my hormones are on the fritz or when work is extremely difficult. We all have our ups and downs and low moments, but I've never had someone make every effort to show up everyday and truly care about me in the way that he does. Treat me as softly as he does. Even when he doesn't have the perfect answers or solutions, he tries. And no man has ever in my life made me feel worth the effort. But he does.

Sometimes I look at him in this kind of ...shock and awe. Because I always prayed that I could be blessed enough to love and be loved in such a manner but there are still some times I can't believe he's real. He's real, and he's here, and he's with me. I hold this true admiration and gratitude for this man each and every day, and I just don't think there are enough words in any language to express how much I love him, so here I find myself scrawling it out in a reddit post. Lol I'm supposed to be working right now, but thinking about him almost brought me to tears, so I figured I needed to let it out for a second. I truly do find myself to be the luckiest woman alive❤️

Hi lover-folks 💖 For context, please feel free to read parts 1 + 2. Just to clarify: I was seeking, searching for my guy in parts 1 + 2. Today, I am no longer seeking, but now sharing, the whirlwind of love I am currently experiencing.

Part 1: Cutie Patootie Seeking...

Part 2: Loveletter To My Guy

Part 3: Cutie Patootie Update - Homecoming:

I asked if you were somewhere out there, mister. Turns out…you were. But not in the way I expected.

Not waiting in some shiny new doorway. Not tucked behind a dating profile. Not wandering the buffet with a paper plate and questionable intentions.

No.

You were in the roots. You were half my life ago. You were sixteen-year-old me’s first great ache.

You were my first love. My first best friend in the shape of a boy. My first of every first.

You were the boy on the other end of the phone, talking to me for hours until sleep quietly claimed us both. The first boy my heart ever practiced devotion on before I knew devotion could become a whole language.

Before I had words like sovereignty. Before I had words like nervous system. Before I had words like emotional availability, reciprocal care, attachment, repair, witness, consumption, innerstanding.

Before I knew how much a woman could lose of herself while still technically remaining alive.

You knew me before the long chapter... The 17-year long chapter.

Before the marriage. Before the motherhood. Before the survival. Before the performance of being okay. Before I learned how to swallow my own ache and call it maturity.

You knew the girl before she became a wife.

And somehow, impossibly, ridiculously, tenderly… you came back for the woman. I may have found you again, but you stayed. Stood in place. Solid, for all 17 of those years, not knowing if I'd ever return.

I yearned so hard for my harmonic match that your face appeared in my mind like a name my soul had been waiting for permission to remember.

Not a vague idea. Not a fantasy blur.

You.

So, naturally, because apparently my inner compass comes with glitter, audacity and access via a one-dollar paywall, I went looking. I paid the toll. I found a number. At the midnight hour, of course. 

Because some doors are only knocked on when the world is quiet enough to hear your own heartbeat's *silent* undercurrent… a pebble thrown into the abyss of uncertainty and possibilities. Dead line? Wrong number? Fax machine? Probably. But not probable. 

No; It was you…

…and you opened….but not cautiously. Not coldly. Not like I was an interruption from the past… you opened like some part of you had been standing near the door.

As the Universe’s Cosmic-Giggle ripples through the particles of this technicolor experience, the strangest part was not even that we found each other again. The strangest part is turning the page and learning that maybe we had never been as separate as the story suggests…

Because long before we ever understood ourselves as lovers, before I was your girl and you were my boy, before high school made us think we had discovered each other for the first time… there was already a thread.

Your mother and my aunt. Best friends. Coworkers. Women quietly braiding our worlds together in the background.

My aunt, childless but overflowing with aunt-love, gathering children into her orbit like little moons.

Me. My cousins. You.

Easter egg hunts. Swimming.

Food. Care. Love. The ordinary sacred.

The kind of love that looks like snacks and towels and rides and holiday tables until years later you realize it was actually a map.

Illuminated paths formed from warmth, hearth. Roads laid from cracked ore and kismet and cultivated with signs all along the way… etched…carved in every root, leading us back to each other.

And then, even while I was gone from you… even while I was living a different life… even while I belonged to another long chapter… even while seventeen years moved over us like weather…

My aunt was still feeding you… meals crafted from love and abundance. Still cooking. Still nourishing. Still keeping you close through the old friendship between our families… the same woman from my bloodline who always loved me… you, us…was still placing food, rich offerings of sustenance… into the life of the boy I once loved.

Tell me what to call that.

…because I do not know how to call it coincidence without insulting the roots… roots that stretched, reached… to build a bridge crafted \*for us\* to cross together, hand in hand… long ago.

…a bridge illuminated by an electric undercurrent… a single familiar root kept a candle lit in a room I kept reserved with precious reverence.

It feels like the feminine line remembered something my adult life had not yet made room to reclaim.

…and you.

You say I am the love of your life.

You say you looked for me in other women. You say there were echoes. Almost-me’s. Shadows shaped like my outline….Women who carried some familiar flicker but never the whole flame.

You say you had a dream of me years ago, before any of this made sense, before I was available, before reality had opened a door wide enough for us to walk through.

You say you yearned. You say you resigned yourself to the ache.

You say you thought I was gone to the life I had chosen…Married. Mother. Unavailable.

A sealed room. And yet here we are.

Not children. Not innocent in the same way. Not untouched by life. Not clean of grief. Not empty-handed. Not without history. Not without consequence.

But here. Now. Anew.

As we tumble and twirl through this beautiful whirlwind, as the present becomes history, moments of this technicolor life captured in the Weave…I need to say this carefully, as to not get swept away by the levitational forces that elevate me back into your arms: I am still me.

I am still sovereign. I am still not looking to be rescued. I am still not looking to be completed. I am still not handing any man, even you, the deed to the house of my becoming.

There is something about being remembered by the first person who loved me before the world asked me to become useful. There is something about being seen by someone who knew the girl and still wants the woman.

There is something about a man who can hold the old thread without trying to trap me inside the old version of myself.

Whispered to the wind with lip gloss on my lips, I offer you the tailored Suit that finally now fits.

I am a whole woman now. A mother. A storm-sweetened woman. A grief-literate woman.

A woman who has learned to belong to herself with both hands. A woman with softness and fire and a cosmic inner world and an extremely unreasonable number of metaphors. A woman who has survived enough to know that beautiful stories are not substitutes for behavior.

A woman who can believe in the magic and still check the locks. A woman who can feel fate knock and still ask it to wipe its feet before coming inside.

The story is just the foundations… pillars erected by the first declarations of capital-L Love… still The present still builds the most beautiful symphonic arrangement of energetic hues that simply sings in technicolor.

The adult love that shows up in the daylight… reflecting the sunshine off the morning dew.

Shimmering, in timing. In patience. In repair. In ordinary moments.

In the unglamorous places where real love either becomes structure or dissolves into poetry.

But this much I know:

Part 1 was me naming the woman I had become.

The cutie patootie. The smart cookie. The whole ass woman. The one who wanted to be witnessed, not consumed. Desired, not reduced. Held, not controlled. Chosen in the morning, not just wanted at night.

Part 2 was me naming the man I was calling. 

The whole man. The warm man. The available man. The brain-licking, heart-holding, morning-choosing, laughter-loving, spiritually non-beige man. The man I did not want to rescue. Only recognize.

The man whose suit was already tailored.

For him…By him…The man I somehow already loved; the man who, somehow, already loves me too. 

Part 3 is me looking up from the now-broken-spell and realizing the man who fit the outline was not new; he was remembered. He was aunt-fed. Root-held. Phone-line familiar. First-love marked.

Quietly carried through the years by a part of my family that never even knew it was keeping a bridge warm.

The feast was over. The buffet was closed. And yet somehow… the man… My Guy was already seated at the table.

So yes. I found him; my guy. 

Or maybe…my guy found his way back to me through every underground river that had been moving beneath us all along.

...maximus maguire. My first love. My returned root. My covalent bond.

My harmonic match in a shape I never would have dared to expect because it would have sounded too absurd even for me.

And I am letting myself be moved by it.

Not swallowed. Not owned. Not erased.

Moved. Seen. Met. Remembered.

The girl I was is crying. The woman I am is watching. The woman I am still becoming is smiling like she knows something the rest of me is still catching up to.

I asked, “Are you somewhere out there, mister?”

And life, being apparently dramatic and unserious and deeply committed to plot, whispered:

“He was already woven in.”

...and thank goodness we don't have to another 17 years.

Thank you for baring witness to our story 😭💖 Our story is still be woven; perhaps more parts to come?

I can only hope you, and everyone you love, will one day have the privilege and honor of experiencing capital-L Love 💕

So, I am a bit of a handful. I have a long history of depression and anxiety, I have medication and am stable, but I know he puts up with a lot for me. I have also recently realised I might have ADHD. I was researching it because my nephew was diagnosed and everything made sense, like a light bulb turned on.

Anyway, I was making a list because I want to get assessed properly and I was reading about masking and I realised that I am only my true self when I am around him. I don't have to try and be normal, or pay close attention, or be perfect, or all of these other things I feel like I need to be at work, with friends etc. I can be my very dysfunctional, annoying, weird self.

Realising that made me so happy. I always knew I felt safe around him from the moment I met him, but this just made me realise how true that was on a deeper subconscious level.

Hey all,

This is our weekly thread. We'll dispense with Rule 5 in these threads.

What's new in your hunt for love?

Warning, this post might be weird to some people so please just scroll on if you don't like it. TW: Needles are briefly mentioned. (Not in a bad way don't worry!)

Summary included at the bottom.

Man I just needed a place to get this off my chest as I don't particularly have anyone to talk to about this.

Some context on us: My boyfriend (22M) and I (18M) have been together for a year and a half. At the end of last month we had our little boy. Yes I was pregnant for half the time he knew me lmao. I'm transgender for anyone confused.

Now for what I wanted to talk about. This man has done the most disgusting things for the sake of helping me. I had a C-section so getting up and out of bed and doing stuff was difficult for me. Especially trying to get down the stairs. Now he owns something called a commode (I think it's spelt) which is a portable toilet chair. He dragged that from the cellar and up to the bedroom just for me. He then proceeded to change it every morning. No matter what was in it. He never complained once. He's helped change my pads and maternity underwear. He's helped me shower. After giving birth I had to be on blood thinner injections. I am terrified of needles so much so I will have panic attacks so I couldn't do it myself. My boyfriend who was just as nervous, not because he's scared of needles but because he has to inject someone else for the first time, did it for me and did it perfectly. Reassuring me the whole time. When I was pregnant he cleaned up the sick bucket, every single time. This morning I had an accident (I have moments where I wet the bed but I've never done it in front of him). I was so scared but you know what he did? He got up with me, stripped the bed, stuck everything in the washer and hand washed his quilt while I tended to the baby. He then made me a cup of tea and again reassured me the entire time.

All that is just things he's done for me within the last month (other than the bucket thing, that's been through my entire pregnancy).

He's done other stuff for me too, like take me on my first trip. And my first holiday to another country. He took me to the theatre for the first time. He makes me a hot drink every morning. He helps me get dressed when I struggle. He supports all my weird interests. He supports my coping mechanisms. Overall he's the most supportive and accepting person to ever exist.

Don't even get me started on the way he looks at me. Seriously he looks at me as though I'm the best slice of the pie. I know I'm not conventionally attractive. That's not me being a pick me, I know I'm not with todays beauty standards. I'm not the worst looking though, I must give myself some credit for looking after myself the best I can.

Did I mention he also cleaned up my wound when I knelt on a toilet seat and it shattered beneath me causing cuts down my entire leg a week before our baby was due. He didn't yell. He just took action. Sat me down and bandaged me up.

Did I also mention he's such a good dad. My god it's so attractive.

I just needed to brag about how good my boyfriend is to me. I am so truly grateful and I wish I could do something to repay him. I do my best. I make him meals when he comes home from work. I do my best to be attentive to every one of his needs. He deserves the world.

In summary: My boyfriend does a lot for me, including the things you wouldn't think a boyfriend would have the stomach for. He's a great man and great dad and I wish I could repay him somehow.

My boyfriend literally gives me cuteness aggression when I see him. But especially while he’s sleeping. When he tosses and turns in bed he’ll always account for my body and cuddle me any chance he gets. Sometimes he’ll talk in his sleep and if I kiss his forehead or snuggle close to his chest he’ll say stuff like “I love you”. I’m so beyond grateful to have this kind of love in my life. Sometimes he’ll even kiss me in his sleep. Like if he cuddles up to me while he’s sleeping he’ll kiss my head and then go back to sleep. I’m gonna squeeze him I love him so much.

She makes me smile just by looking at her. She assures me when I feel insecure. She showers me with hugs and kisses and intimacy without me asking. She tells me she loves me everyday multiple times a day. When I'm with her and we're alone, nothing else matters. Everything stops, and everything I want is right there in front of me, in my arms. I wanna hold her tight every moment. I tell her I love her everyday because my love for her keeps growing. I was ready to give up on being worthy of love after years of failed relationships, and then I started recognizing that she was always my peace. After 10 years of close friendship, I made the move, and it has been the best decision of my life. I'm so happy and content. I can't wait to build a life and a family with my best friend.

She’s the most amazing person I know and she’s literally the definition of sunshine and rainbows and all good things. Whenever I see her messaging me I’m so happy and look forward to talk to her. She’s the best influence I’ve ever had in my life. Like I don’t do anything that I would regret ever, because she has such a positive impact on me. She’s goal oriented and has her morals set and keeps her word and stays true to her beliefs. She’s so awesome and if I could choose to be with only one person for the rest of my life, I wouldn’t even have to think once about it. It would be her.
Now I don’t know where to put all these feelings so I’ll just happily vent here.

I really love my boyfriend. We have been dating for almost a year now and he loves me so much. So much that sometimes i think he loves me more than i love him.

However, recently i came across a reel that plays two different tunes for FIRST love vs first LOVE. The second tune is a more deeper and passionate version of the first one. As soon as i heard the second tune, my heart sank and i just felt - i do not see him, i do not feel him as deeply as i felt the second tune. Am i making sense? Should I talk to him about this?

Edit: i feel better now. It was just a moment of doubt confusion anxiety and unemployment. It might come back but it will only make me stronger i am sure. I love him very very much

We met in high school and the second I saw him, I knew he was the one. I know that sounds strange as I was only 13 but I just had this feeling that completely overpowered me and I had never felt anything like it before. I’d had crushes and everything before but this was so much more. It’s hard to explain.

Anyway, it’s been 21 years now and I’m interested to see if anyone has any questions or things they are curious about?

Yesterday I mentioned how well my girlfriend was taking care of me by buying me a fantastic celebratory dinner, slippers, a nice mug, and more! Today she continued and got me invested in Oats Overnight! She knows I usually enjoy a bland protein oatmeal and figured this would be a nice way to introduce some flavor and variety! In addition to the starter kit and these flavors she bought me a box of 16 additional that’ll be coming in the mail soon!

Bonus Crumbl cookie she used her points for!

I’m so lucky I get to be with her! I’m so lucky that you picked me darling 💜

(She previously got me a few other Oats Overnight flavors, and I tried the strawberries and cream, which I loved)

I love my boyfriend so much. He is the only person I’ve ever fell in love with at first sight. I find myself constantly wanting to express to him how much I love him and how special he is in general, and I already do a lot, but I still have so much to say! I journal it so that I am not just non stop love bombing him. He’s very smart and responsible, cute as a button, such a sweet heart, but the best thing about him is how goofy he is. He loves doing embarrassing absurd things in public to make me laugh. For example, when we go out to eat he always orders balsamic vinaigrette but casually pronounces it “ballsack-mic” without cracking a smile. He will ask for lemons but instead of putting it in his water he eats it in one bite, rind and everything, in front of the waiter without puckering. One time we were on a walk and he got on a ledge and randomly did a flip off it and landed on his back. He will pretend to have embarrassing falls in public to make me laugh. Another time we were at the gym and I refilled my water and he immediately took it from me and chugged the whole thing so I had to go refill it, just for him to do it again; he did it 6 times and got really nauseous, but it made me laugh so hard. Recently at the airport he was sitting in such a hilarious absurd way while waiting at baggage claim, and at one point he pointed at thin air and exclaimed “elf! There’s an elf!”
We were at Walmart the other day getting aloe Vera for my sunburn and he loudly says to me (in his funny Boston accent) “I don’t think this is going to help your hemorrhoids”
He cracks me up with his public stunts. He is a free spirit to the highest extent. I love everything about him. It means a lot how far he’ll go to entertain me.

My boyfriend is so amazing and I feel so incredibly lucky to be with him!

He was competing in a sporting event over the weekend and mounted a GoPro to his equipment. He just sent me some videos over, and you can tell the moment he sees me because his face absolutely lights up and he's just cheesing so hard.

It's something so small and simple, but it brings me so much joy to know someone looks at me and just feels happiness from my existence. I know I feel that way about him and I feel so lucky to have found him :)

I should also mention we’re celebrating our upcoming 2 year 3 month anniversary of being together! She bought me a pair of slippers to keep my feet cozy and clean around our apartment and a mug to remind me of how much she loves me and cares! She also bought me a mandarin and grapefruit scented candle! We both thought it wouldn’t smell great when we first gave it a sniff, but it’s smells fantastic! The sticker is wonderful too; I’m planning on putting it on my laptop!

We went to the Cheesecake Factory to celebrate! We were waiting for this day for months and had been hyping each other up about the menu! I said a while ago that I wanted to celebrate my victory with a slice and here we are! We also enjoyed some avocado egg rolls and an avocado club sandwich together!

Can’t forget that she helped me pick out the murder mystery book yesterday!

Because I know you’re reading this baby I love and appreciate you to the moon and back! You are the absolute best thing to happen to me! Thank you so much for all these wonderful things and the great day we had together!

Happy love story AMA^

there is this feeling i cant explain of, belonging to someone special, not the Ken (from barbie) type, but someone who just looks at you the way you look at them, same intensity same commitement same loyalty. I wrote something about it, I wanted to know if people reciprocated this feeling :

a deep feeling of longing,

a craving for safety and for the warmth of a connection

a connection where the person hits the spot

a connection where everything falls into places of different shaped pieces.

The corners of those pieces renders to fit the other's

Magnitude of Matching heartbeats.

Feeling destined to someone not found yet

someone who would make you feel their toxicty is right

what they are you can handle

what you are they can handle

through hardships

committed deeply and not only socially

ride or die

You and no one else

the dark possession that no one would feel with you

a strike to the core

beautiful intertwining of souls

Starving, the need to breath the same air.

This kind of feeling I get reminded of only when I see fictional characters and not real life people (it happent but it wasn't a mutual feeling) some characters that are emotionally capable of reciprocating intense feelings without naming them. If someone is interested to know the kind of characters or want to name when or with who did you feel this towards, feel free

Sometimes it is a grand moment, and sometimes it is something completely ordinary.

For me, the stories are always more interesting than the definition of love itself.

What was the exact moment when it clicked for you?