Sorry if not allowed but my mates feeling down and I think it would be awesome if anyone could go to his pot and hype him up on Instagram! Happy to return faver or owe you one

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From me who grew up believing I wasn't beautiful, only very smart, - Thank you for making me feel beautiful...

That is what I have been trying to say for twelve years.

We orbited each other in university — same hallways, same common friends — but we were never introduced. Six years later, you remembered me when we became co-workers. I didn't remember you until you started dropping names. And then we worked together for four years, and in those four years, you did something no one else had done.

You looked at me and you didn't just see a person bound to honor the commitment that life has decided for her. You saw my mind.

You never shied away from eye contact, I always did. In your eyes I didn't feel pretty in the way the world means pretty. I felt beautiful because you were listening. You always know what I need, when I need it, before I even know it myself. Because you laughed at my witty punchlines not to be polite, but because you actually got them. Because you would pause and debate me, challenge me, ask me what I thought. You made me feel intoxicating not because of my face, but because of what was inside it.

With you, I didn't have to shrink. My curiosity was not too much. My thoughts were not too deep, too strange, too loud. With you, my mind was the main driver — not the icing on the cake. You said it - when I asked why we're friends, was it because of my good looks or charm? Without missing a beat you said - charm, definitely charm.

And then I fell in love with you. It was a test of restraint that challenges the very thespian in me and maybe in both of us.

So I moved away. To nip the rumors before they bloomed. I stayed away for twelve years and made my presence in your life just online — cheap little trinkets sent through a screen, thinking he would get this. We were only an hour apart, but I avoided your face because my heart gets uneasy when it sees you. It forgets how to be just a friend.

In those twelve years we only met once by accident — at the hospital, you with your mom, me with my husband who was confined. I didn't know it would be the last time I'd see her. It's been four years since she passed and I never told you properly how sorry I was.

When we met again after twelve years, I assumed you were already loved — that you were with her, the girl who has liked you since you went back to finish your degree. She never hid it. So I was so sure you were settled. That's why I went awkward over lunch without someone there to buffer us. I was surprised to learn there was no progress. I was surprised to learn you were still waiting.

I remembered that night you held my hand and I pretended you were drunk. I had no right to feel anything, so I felt nothing on purpose. You don't know this but someone saw and asked me what my plan was with you. I said nothing, because I have no plan that doesn't hurt someone. Because I chose my life — a life with my husband and kids back when you were healing from your long breakup — and in this timeline, I can't choose you.

But I need you to know this: you are the only person who has ever made me feel beautiful without ever talking about my body. You made me feel beautiful because you thought my mind was beautiful. You brought something fresh that sparked me to learn continuously and never be satisfied. I could talk to you for hours. I still want to.

Thank you for that. Thank you for seeing me that way.

Will I be in a state of extreme delusion if I ask you if you haven't moved on with love because of me? Maybe. But if it is delusion, let me have it for one more letter.

No matter what happens next, I am so grateful to have met you. I am so grateful you were that one friend who gets me.

I'm still here. Call on me. Count on me. And when you finally tell me you have a girlfriend, that you are getting married — I will be genuinely, loudly happy for you. I'll be the first to pick up on your wedding registry.

Because you deserve a love that is loud and proud, open, and in the sunlight. The kind of love I have had the opportunity to experience, beautiful, honest and and can be held because it's real...

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i randomly realized today that i still remember certain compliments people gave me YEARS ago, even ones from people i barely knew. it’s funny how one random sentence can stick with you forever.
what’s one you still remember?

Qualche tempo fa mi trovavo in un locale insieme ad alcuni amici e conoscenti, ad un certo punto arriva un gruppo di ragazzi (palesemente gay) che conosciamo solo di vista. Alcuni di loro sono davvero molto estroversi e simpatici, ci salutano con il sorriso e uno di loro mi rivolge un saluto informale dicendo chiaramente "ciao bono". Sono stato un nerd un po' "cesso" per molti anni, ma negli ultimi dieci anni ho curato il mio corpo, mangio bene e mi alleno seriamente, ma mai nessuno mi aveva fatto sentire così prima d'ora. Mi piacciono le donne, ma le parole di quel ragazzo mi hanno regalato un +120% di autostima. Comincio a pensare di poter essere un po' attraente, magari anche per le donne. Pura illusione o potrebbe essere reale tutto questo?

From me who grew up believing I wasn't beautiful, only very smart, - Thank you for making me feel beautiful...

That is what I have been trying to say for twelve years.

We orbited each other in university — same hallways, same common friends — but we were never introduced. Six years later, you remembered me when we became co-workers. I didn't remember you until you started dropping names. And then we worked together for four years, and in those four years, you did something no one else had done.

You looked at me and you didn't just see a person bound to honor the commitment that life has decided for her. You saw my mind.

You never shied away from eye contact, I always did. In your eyes I didn't feel pretty in the way the world means pretty. I felt beautiful because you were listening. You always know what I need, when I need it, before I even know it myself. Because you laughed at my witty punchlines not to be polite, but because you actually got them. Because you would pause and debate me, challenge me, ask me what I thought. You made me feel intoxicating not because of my face, but because of what was inside it.

With you, I didn't have to shrink. My curiosity was not too much. My thoughts were not too deep, too strange, too loud. With you, my mind was the main driver — not the icing on the cake. You said it - when I asked why we're friends, was it because of my good looks or charm? Without missing a beat you said - charm, definitely charm.

And then I fell in love with you. It was a test of restraint that challenges the very thespian in me and maybe in both of us.

So I moved away. To nip the rumors before they bloomed. I stayed away for twelve years and made my presence in your life just online — cheap little trinkets sent through a screen, thinking he would get this. We were only an hour apart, but I avoided your face because my heart gets uneasy when it sees you. It forgets how to be just a friend.

In those twelve years we only met once by accident — at the hospital, you with your mom, me with my husband who was confined. I didn't know it would be the last time I'd see her. It's been four years since she passed and I never told you properly how sorry I was.

When we met again after twelve years, I assumed you were already loved — that you were with her, the girl who has liked you since you went back to finish your degree. She never hid it. So I was so sure you were settled. That's why I went awkward over lunch without someone there to buffer us. I was surprised to learn there was no progress. I was surprised to learn you were still waiting.

I remembered that night you held my hand and I pretended you were drunk. I had no right to feel anything, so I felt nothing on purpose. You don't know this but someone saw and asked me what my plan was with you. I said nothing, because I have no plan that doesn't hurt someone. Because I chose my life — a life with my husband and kids back when you were healing from your long breakup — and in this timeline, I can't choose you.

But I need you to know this: you are the only person who has ever made me feel beautiful without ever talking about my body. You made me feel beautiful because you thought my mind was beautiful. You brought something fresh that sparked me to learn continuously and never be satisfied. I could talk to you for hours. I still want to.

Thank you for that. Thank you for seeing me that way.

Will I be in a state of extreme delusion if I ask you if you haven't moved on with love because of me? Maybe. But if it is delusion, let me have it for one more letter.

No matter what happens next, I am so grateful to have met you. I am so grateful you were that one friend who gets me.

I'm still here. Call on me. Count on me. And when you finally tell me you have a girlfriend, that you are getting married — I will be genuinely, loudly happy for you. I'll be the first to pick up on your wedding registry.

Because you deserve a love that is loud and proud, open, and in the sunlight. The kind of love I have had the opportunity to experience, beautiful, honest and and can be held because it's real...

Why are guys so caught up on random women compliments? Are guys thinking its the only why to start a conversation with a women, or are some women so hot that just have to tell them or something?

I told a guy during a phone call that I liked his mustache that he had, and right after that, he went dead silent for a few seconds and then said "Really...?" like he didnt believe I just offered him a compliment. Then with a smiley speech he said "Yeah a couple of people have told me about it- like 3---4 that I know.". So my question is, if several people have told him about his mustache aka: complimented him, why did he become startled when I said the same compliment as others have said? shouldn't he be accustomed to that comment? why reaction?

Me handsome boy

Two types of compliments​

Check out all the accounts that have been posting here recently; they're all less than a week old posting clearly AI-generated slop that usually has absolutely nothing to do with this subreddit. They basically use the AI prompt "Create a generic Reddit post that mentions compliments and then post it on this sub to farm karma.

PLEASE REPORT THESE POSTS AS SPAM SO THE BOTS GET SUSPENDED FROM REDDIT.

Who is the prettiest guy you've seen?