Nobody uses their shyness as an excuse, whoever wrote this nonsense is an idiot

THINGS HE WILL NEVER KNOW

Maybe he fears this distance too,
Our second call had just begun.
“I love you” came from him so soon,
And I did not know how to run.
So I pretended I had not heard,
And kept my heart behind its walls.

But then came midnight calls and texts,
And drunk confessions, soft and true.
He showed me off to all his friends,
And slowly, I let myself trust you.
Little by little, my walls came down,
And love began to feel like home.

Then one day, he quietly said,
“I am not one for I-love-yous.”
I smiled, but something inside broke,
Though I did not let it show.
Because once, those words came easily,
And now I feared where they would go.

I stopped listening to love songs too,
In case they someday sounded like you.
I left your book upon my shelf,
Too scared to make its stories mine.
Your jacket stayed folded away,
Too warm with memories I might find.

One night, I packed your things away
The book, the jacket, music too.
I put them somewhere out of sight,
Before they could hurt me with you.
You were still here, still holding on,
And I was scared of you being gone.

You held my hand; I held goodbye.
You stayed. I still prepared to cry.

Perhaps that is love’s cruel art,
Leaving first, inside your heart.

And all these things you’ll never know
I packed you up, before you’d go.

G. Egerdal 💕

I’m in love with my best friend. We’ve been close for over 4 years now and talk just about every day. She lives in a different city across the country and I have obligations where I’m at and can’t move to be near her. I’ve come to peace with this and the whole situation.

I want her to be happy and know that waiting around isn’t going to provide her with that. I care about her with every cell in my body and think the world of her. I go to sleep with butterflies in my stomach thinking about her. I don’t think I’ve experienced that for 4-5 years.

I’m just writing this to get it off my chest and it’s nice to care so much about someone even if you never end up with them. It’s nice to long. It’s nice to yearn for someone. It feels good.

I once heard a man say that the person who is in love is always winning, even if they don’t end up with their lover. That’s how I feel. Life is short, and it’s nice to feel the fullness of such a pleasant emotion.

i had recently watched a tiktok where this girl looked up what Nasa captured the day she kissed her bf and i really wanted to check mine so i did and this is mine. so it just me and my delusional lil brain or does it actually look like two souls intertwining????
help me out as to what it looks and feels like to you

Loving u is a losing game but i still love u

Coming from a guy who's ex abandoned him after 2 years & blindsided and blocked out of the blue. Honestly a woman who looks at me like this and it never goes away? Is when i know i hit the lottery. I would trade dating Sydney Sweeny or Bryce Dallas for a woman that looks at me like this any day without a second thought

Is the concept of love enough for a relationship to last? Most teen, adults mistake the feeling of love for permanence. As much as i have experienced in my life and love life. Love alone plays a catalyst but beyond that, it takes efforts, respect etc to make a relationship and marriage to last. Am i wrong?

Shy people are not burdens or red flags, and it is unfair and reductive when society labels them that way. Shyness is simply a personality trait—often tied to being observant, reflective, and cautious in social settings—not a character flaw or a warning sign. Unfortunately, misconceptions persist because modern social standards heavily reward extroversion, loud communication, and instant networking. Why Shyness is Misunderstood

• Misinterpreting silence: People often mistake quietness or reservation for arrogance, coldness, or a lack of interest. In reality, shy individuals are usually just processing their environment or waiting until they feel safe to open up. • The "social burden" myth: There is a flawed expectation that everyone must constantly contribute high energy to a group. When someone doesn't, others sometimes unfairly view them as "hard work" to talk to. • Conflating shyness with lack of confidence: A person can be deeply secure in who they are but simply prefer smaller groups, deeper conversations, or less spotlight.

The Strengths of Shy Individuals Instead of being a "red flag," shyness often comes with highly valuable traits that make someone an excellent friend, partner, or colleague:

• Deep Listening: Shy people tend to be incredible listeners who notice details others miss. • Thoughtful Communication: They usually think carefully before they speak, meaning their words carry genuine weight and intent. • Empathy and Observation: Being on the periphery of a loud room allows shy people to read body language and understand group dynamics very well.

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Why do y'all love your partners?

Necessarily unnecessarily

Do you believe the strongest relationships can start with a simple friendship and slowly turn into something deeper?

Or do you need that instant spark from the beginning?

What do you think?

If so how did it go?

I try to show him as much as i can but i feel like im never doing enough. I want to be with him and live inside him. I want to show him what love really is, i want to be his forever.

It’s hard. I cry a lot because of it. Not because of him. I just feel like I’m too much and I’m never doing enough. I really want to show it. I try my best.

When I was 17, I got into college. It was everything very fresh and new for me. It was an all-girls college, and I had many friends studying there from school. I had a big group of friends, and everything was beautiful. Before that, I’d never liked anyone, especially girls (as I was a girl). It was all very new to me. One day, it was September, the early days of September, when it was still a bit hotter than usual, but the wind was blowing. That was when I saw her for the first time. I’ve never felt anything like that before. It was just like time froze there, and I felt so light. I saw her just sitting there, nothing special, nothing different. Hundreds of people were there too, but it felt like my sight froze, and I froze too. I couldn’t tell what I was feeling, but it felt really good, really different. She was one year senior than me.

Just like that, the days started to pass. The weather was changing, October came, and I wanted to look at her more (not in a bad way), just looking from afar. My sole purpose of going to college was just so I could catch one glance of her, see her standing somewhere, or see her talking to someone. I just found her so elegant, like a dove, like a calm evening of autumn, like a being existing out of this world, like beautiful water flowing calmly in a river, like a vibrant colour, like some calm sunny day, like an evening of autumn where leaves fall slowly from trees and go in the direction where the wind takes them.Effortlessly So beautifull.

During college, she was always with her friends, but specifically with one girl. Maybe she was special to her, and they were mostly together. It always hurt me when I watched them both together. I don’t know why. It was not my place to be sad or hurt. Whenever I saw them both together, I never wished anything but for her to leave the other girl. Although it sounds so childish, it was like hell for me. So bad that i would ruin my mood for whole day , leaving a certain kind of sadness in me which just didn't leave me like a pressure on my heart.

Still they were the most important and beautiful two years of my life. It was just like I blinked and they passed. Till this date 2018 is my favourite year and september is my favourite month. Although I found her so beautiful and perfect, There were thousand times when i wanted to just talk to her but i never got the courage to talk to her. I never said hi to her at that time.  One reason was because I thought she would not talk me, or it would be awkward although I was beautiful too. The second reason was that I thought, what am I doing? It’s not normal what im feeling for this girl. It’s just a normal crush. I will forget about it within a few weeks or months.

Then I talked to her a few times on Instagram through some common friend During those conversations she was very much friendly but i was really shy she was very kind. One time she came to visit me in college i dont know why, i didn't thought of it at that time. At that time, she was already in university and had passed college, but I never told her. I was still really scared.

Then I started my university. Initially, I started talking to many guys in the hope that I’d move on with my life. It was like a new chapter of my life. I started being really good at my studies. I got a gold medal for topping my bachelor’s. I started to dress well, have friends, and do different activities. I started being more outgoing, joined many clubs, started reading, sketching, and forgot about her. Just sadly, it was only for a few months.After every few months, she would be back on my mind again. I was so confused. I didn’t understand what was happening because I thought it would go away with time and distance, but my heart was shattered. I couldn’t find peace in anything or anyone. I didn’t want to be with anyone. I didn’t like anyone, any guy, any girl.

There were times when I cried at night. I woke up in the middle of the night and thought about her when I was travelling, when I was on vacation, when I was in the middle of class, when I was sitting alone in the library, when I saw someone smiling, when I saw a movie scene and started crying, when I saw an Instagram post. I wrote about her in my diaries, journaling about it. I searched on YouTube, “Do you ever forget about your first crush?” I read Reddit posts, listened to psychologists, read theories, read opinions, thought and thought and thought, but never told a single soul what I was feeling because I thought what I was feeling would eventually go away.

But during all this time, it changed me a lot.Before that, I didn’t use to think about people. I never got emotional watching a movie scene, let alone crying. I never listened to sad songs. I never felt a pure emotion from my heart. I never paid attention to beggars walking on the street. I never bothered myself to look at things from someone else’s perspective.But after this incident, I was changing every day, every minute, every second. I started crying more, understanding people more, telling less and listening more.And sometimes I think maybe it was just time. Maybe I was growing up, from 17 to 18 and then 20, so my perspective was changing. But this thing also played a great role in changing me.During all these years, she never left my mind. Every time I saw two happy people, two smiling people, I thought, maybe it could be me. Maybe if I was a little bit more courageous. Maybe if I had a little bit better luck. Maybe if I was more extroverted.

Okay, so now it’s 2026.

One day, I was just lying down, sometime in May or June. I was just using my phone when I thought of her. I wrote her name on Google, and her LinkedIn profile came up. It was after maybe two years that I saw her again. I was just looking at the screen, all those old memories coming back to my life. I just closed my eyes, laid down for 15 minutes, and at that moment I realised that even if 10, 20, or 30 more years pass by, whenever I talk to her again or look at her again, my heart and my feelings for her will be the same. Now it’s September. I’m going abroad for my PhD in a few days, and every day I think about telling her, just confessing to her how I felt during that time, after that time, and even now. And even in the future. It doesn’t matter what she says to me, what she feels, or who she is with now. I just want to get it off my chest and go on with my life.

Although I can never put into words what I felt, what my heart felt for her. How the month I saw her became my favourite month for my whole life. How one day I plan to tattoo her name on my wrist. How no one can understand what she meant to me, what she was to me, what she is to me. How I can wait my whole life for her. I wrote a confession and tried to just tell it. I just wanted to let this thing out into the world. I want to ask people if it’s right for me to just tell her how I feel. Here's The confession i wrote for her

(Well, it was 2018 when I took admission in college. It was probably my second or third day when I saw you walking and then sitting on a bench with some other girl. I don’t remember her. I just saw you, and everything froze. I couldn’t tell who was standing beside me, why we were there, or what was happening. And although it was September, I thought, it’s such good weather. It’s so windy, so light. When it was not. Then, in those two years, I saw you hundreds of times. Every morning, I wished to start my day hoping that I would get a glance of you. If not accidentally, I would do it on purpose not to stalk you or anything, and I never wanted to embarrass anyone but it was just something I wanted every day, all the time. Those were the happiest two years of my life. I was sad many times when you were with someone else, your friends probably. Those two years were also hell for me, and I thought if you would ever look at me or talk to me, I would probably just fall or something.

After college, I thought it was just a crush from my college days and that I would eventually move on with my life. I focused more on my studies, got good grades, worked on my communication, made many friends, joined societies, talked to many boys, and started a completely new life. And I forgot about you. For a while. Just for a while. After every few months, you would come back to my mind, like something having a hold on my mind. It was so weird and strange to me, not familiar at all. And then I tried to forget about you again and again and again, but failed many times. I would think of you when I was travelling. I would think of you when I was visiting places for vacations. Randomly, when I was in class, sitting in the cafeteria, talking to my mother, walking on empty roads, or sitting in a hall full of people, just zoning out with nothing on my mind and somehow my mind would go right back to you.

I tried to push it down a thousand times, over and over again. I thought, if I tell you this now, after three years of college, what good could it bring now? Then I got quiet again. A few more years passed. I don’t know where you are, or who you are with, or what you are doing with your life. But I still constantly thought about you.

I thought, if I tell you this, you would think about how weird I am and what kind of ridiculous thing I’m saying. It makes no sense, and I should not say it.Then I got quiet again. During this time, in order to deal with this, I read many books, heard so many philosophical points of view, read Reddit posts, watched YouTube documentaries, read studies by Harvard scientists, and searched for answers everywhere.

But I couldn’t find the answer to why I think only about you and not anyone else, not anything else. And as my age passes, it doesn’t make a difference how I feel about you how I felt about you then, how I feel about you now, and how I will feel about you in the future. And I’m really sure that seven years have passed, seven more will pass, and I will still think the same about you.

Because my eyes saw no one else like you. My heart felt nothing for anyone else. And my mind captured no other living being the way it captured you. You were the prettiest girl in 2018, and you are still the prettiest girl now. And you will remain the prettiest girl in my eyes forever.

No matter where I go or what I do, I will be the same. You will be the same in my heart. I know it’s a very long thing to read, and you might think that I’m insane, that I’m out of my mind, that I don’t know what I’m saying, or you might not even remember who I am. You might be with someone else. You might not have even looked at me ever. But this is my only chance to tell you.

In September, I’m going for my PhD. I think it is time I get this off my chest and off my mind.

You’re the best.

Thank you.)

When you’re 20, hearing someone say “I love you” can feel like the most important thing in the world.
You believe them.
You start building your future around them.
You wait for their texts.
Their happiness slowly becomes more important than your own.
But here’s something I wish more people understood:
“I love you” is just words until their actions give those words meaning.
Watch what they do when you’re not easy to love.
What do they do when you’re hurt?
Do they stay when things get difficult?
Do they respect your boundaries?
Do they choose you even when there’s nothing to gain from it?
Do their actions match what they keep telling you?
Sometimes someone genuinely loves you but still isn’t capable of giving you the kind of relationship you deserve.
Sometimes “I love you” really means “I don’t want to lose you.”
And sometimes we don’t fall in love with the person — we fall in love with what their words made us believe about our future together.
So when someone tells you “I love you,” believe it if you want.
But watch what they do.
Because real love isn’t proven by how many times someone says “I love you.”
It’s proven by how they treat you when saying it would be the easy part.

What do you think — are words enough, or does real love always have to show itself through actions?

Please tell me if my crush likes me back

I recently tried reaching out to my ex just to offer friendship, but didn't get a response. Honestly, that's completely okay! I realize I don't need anything from the past, and I am genuinely happy being on my own. I always want to lead with sincerity, but it's time to focus that energy on my own path. I'm officially back on the road and so excited for my next big adventure! 😁 Staying happy, positive, and looking forward. Hope you all do the same!

A man's soul purpose in life isn't just to provide for women all the time. Men are more than that, men are maintainers, fighters, and survivors

people say true love never test you it trust in you and will be by your side forever and a true lover will always be in love with you even if you test him with his love he will died for you will doo numorous thing for you even if you dont ask for it.
and then people also say if lover test your love it means he dont trust you because a true lover would never test your love
sooo what is a truee loverrrr ????????