Beautiful Soul,
No guilt, no hurt, no second-guessing. Just gratitude for what we shared and for how it helped us both grow. Our paths crossed when they were meant to, even if only for a season. Now we move forward better, wiser, and with more kindness for each other and everyone around us.
Forever Grateful
i kept a lot to myself when it came to you. not because i didn’t feel it, but because i thought there would be more time. more chances to say things properly.
turns out there wasn’t.
now it just sits with me, all the things i could have said but didn’t. it’s not regret in a dramatic sense, just this quiet realization that i held back too much.
you deserved to hear it. i just never gave it to you.
It was meant for memories and not for people. That what we lived lingers longer than what we were, and somehow, we are left behind by the very moments we created. It is already cruel enough that we cannot be together, but crueler still that I must carry you in fragments. And so I am left haunted. Not by your absence, but by the permanence of what we were. For while you may no longer be mine, the memory of you will remain long after I've tried to forget how it felt to love you.
I don't know if any of this makes sense, but I live for the future. I've gone through so much in life and every single time the only thing that keeps me going is that it'll all be worth it in the end when I meet him. There might not even be a 'him' but just the thought of having my person has motivated me through so much and given me the push I needed in so many situations. I've fallen in love with the idea of having someone, I've fallen in love with him. I've spent days dreaming about a life full of peace and love. So to 'him', thank you for existing in my mind.
Love is not just a word…
it is a presence that stays,
even when the person is not there.
It is the quiet urge
to talk to them,
to see them,
to feel them…
again and again,
as if your heart has found its direction.
Love is when they exist
not only beside you,
but inside your thoughts,
your silences,
even your dreams.
It is not just closeness—
it is respect,
it is understanding,
it is the courage to be raw,
to be open,
without fear of being judged.
Love is caring deeply,
but also knowing where to pause—
respecting boundaries,
yet never creating distance.
It is the way someone
touches your soul
without even touching your skin.
It is the way they understand you
when you don’t have words,
when you are at your lowest,
when you feel like breaking.
Love is not ego,
not waiting for “them to come first,”
not pretending indifference
to hide what you feel.
No…
that is something else.
Love is showing up.
It is sitting beside someone
in their darkness,
holding them gently,
and reminding them
of the light they forgot they had.
It is being their support,
their strength…
but never their crutch.
Because love doesn’t make you dependent—
it makes you capable.
It walks with you…
but also teaches you
how to walk on your own.
it hurts...
the wait...
the miles...
i don’t care about the map or the time zones because my body already knows where it belongs. it is a simple fact of nature, like the earth turning or the tide coming in; i am constantly falling toward you and there is nothing i can do to stop it.
your soul...
my north...
fixed...
we are two parts of the same storm waiting to break over the same shore. no matter how far you are right now, the universe has already decided how this ends: with me standing in front of you and the distance finally disappearing for good.
no more...
just us...
soon...
She is so beautiful, I have never seen anything like her. I tried/trying to be better for her but i don't think I can ever be. she doesn't ask me to wait or told me to leave. I keep thinking of her constantly.
Searching every part of my past to know where I went wrong and it seems to be quite the number of places. I should have been better.
I am waiting for a phone call, the one which will end this all. It is like waiting for judgement day you don't know when it will be but you know what the judgement will be.
she would never read this message yet I want to say I love you and thank you for being the best part of my life.
Eyes That Speak
How your eyes search for me
in the loudest room—
and somehow, I feel it,
a quiet pull across the noise.
It lands on my skin
like stroking lightning,
like the sun burning softly,
guiding me back to you.
Our hearts tremble
for what feels forbidden,
words too fragile to be spoken—
yet our eyes say everything.
Now I understand
why they call them
the mirror of the soul…
because they confess
what lips are afraid to.
Soon we will be skin to skin
Intertwining all of our desires within
Whispering and touching all in the low light
Expressing everything we try to fight
I want to be unraveling in your grasp
Pulling and moving with every gasp
Your blue eyes searching mine
While your fingertips run my waistline
You are my greatest dream
Your smile, your kiss, and all in between
I love you more and more with each passing day
And soon I will be heading to you down a highway
But until this I patiently wait and daydream
The thoughts of you intoxicating me like morphine
I am forever going to be yearning
Now and forever I’ll keep returning
To the home that I call you
Soon it will be true
-xx
I seen you like a moment
that wasn’t meant to last—
just passing through a crowded room,
but somehow you stayed.
We ain’t say much at first,
just eyes meeting eyes,
like we both recognized something
we couldn’t explain.
Time slowed down around us,
or maybe I just stopped paying attention
to everything that wasn’t you.
M.
Your hug felt familiar,
like I’d been there before
in another life or dream—
and for a second,
I didn’t wanna let go.
Our first conversation
wasn’t loud or perfect,
but it was real—
the kind where silence
says just as much as words.
We looked at each other
like we was trying to understand
something deeper than faces,
like our souls was having
their own quiet talk.
And ever since then,
you been showing up in my mind
at random times—
in music, in nights, in small pauses
I don’t know what to do with.
You fit a feeling I can’t describe,
something nostalgic,
like flashing lights on old screens,
late night energy,
a Y2K dream I ain’t know I needed.
You gave me your number—
simple, casual,
like it didn’t carry weight.
But it did.
It still does.
Now I sit with it sometimes,
thinking about that night,
about you—
about what could happen
if I just reached out.
Or what stays untouched
if I don’t.
Because some connections
don’t fade…
they just linger
in a quiet kind of way.
And you—
you still there.
M.
Sincerely,
C.
They say eyes are the windows to the soul
And I can say it’s true
For when I stare into your green eyes
I find myself transported
I fall into them to land softly in a meadow
Not far off is a tree-line backlit by a setting sun
Dazzling as the stars begin to emerge overhead
Tranquility abounds
For you bring me a peace no one else ever has
Your beautiful eyes take me there with every glance
Through a window I can’t look away from
Why do we reject so many people and end up liking the one who doesn’t like us
-to set the scene: imagine me singing this to you.
What if I fall for you,
What if I dive right in,
Might sweep you away,
Might bend 'till I break,
But what if I fall for you?
Jump off this pedestal
Accept my fate
It's a catch 22,
I could lose either way
But what if you caught me
It wouldn't be (such) a waste
Cause I think I fell for you,
Our eyes met and you saw through,
I hate that you saw through,
Guess I really should have been scared of you,
I really thought you knew
That safety was something new
What if I fell for you?
You told me to sing for you
And I wanted to
I usually never do...
What if that's all I do?
Sing to the ghost of you,
And meet in the memories,
To tell you that it's all true.
What if I fell for you,
Gave up my grace for you
Trusted myself with you
What if I fell for you?
-MM
I wish there was something I could do to prove to you that my love is never ending. To show you that I can be everything you need and more. I hear you when you say you love me, but you’re not in love with me anymore. I don’t know how you can just not love someone after everything we’ve been through and not taking accountability for the things that you’ve done to get us here is upsetting, but I understand you feel that you’re pain is more valuable and valid than my own, but true love is choosing someone even through hard times. True love is never giving up on the person you care about because that’s what we signed up for 13 years ago, you were my life then and you’re my life now and I can’t just willingly walk away without trying everything in my power to get you to love me again.
This truly does feel like quicksand the more I try the more it sinks to never be seen again, but at least at the end I can say I tried
You slapped me in the face with reminders of imperfection again. It was my fault, I know.
I didn’t strive for perfection, but I’d hoped I’d be good enough for you.
I was, for a while.
But actually, you’re far closer to perfection than I’ll ever be.
You can do so much better.
Lots of love,
Alice
What is love?
It’s something we feel without words, yet show through our actions.
Love is the foundation of life itself. It’s found in the most unexpected places.
Love is like an ocean—we feel it, we live it, we breathe it.
Like waves, it can come gently or crash deeply,
pulling us in so far we forget to breathe,
willingly drowning in its depth…
Because that is love.
Especially when you know you’ve found the right person. 🤍
Hi everyone!
My boyfriend Jack and I are about to celebrate our one-year anniversary, and I’m making a special scrapbook for him. I’d love your help to make it truly global and magical!
Here’s what I’m hoping for:
1. Write a short, sweet message on a piece of paper. You can use something like:
“Happy Anniversary Jack ❤️ from [your country]!”
2. Hold the paper in front of something that shows your country — a landmark, a street sign, your city, a beach, mountains, anything that represents your home.
3. Take a photo and send it to me via Reddit DM (or comment if you prefer).
You don’t need fancy props or anything — the simpler and more authentic, the better!
I’d love messages from as many countries as possible. If you’re up for it, you’ll literally be part of a global love project 💌 that Jack and I will treasure forever.
Thank you so much for helping make this scrapbook extra special!
I want so much with you. We talked about the future. I could see this person in front of me doubting his self because he didn't think he deserved a great life. He truly deserves everything good in life. He's made a lot of bad choices and mistakes but let that shit go. I know I am not perfect. I want to work through every obstacle together. Team work and all the things you think I'll be mad about and run away from you. I'm not running. I'm staying here because I believe what we have is worth it. I have struggled with so much in life and made bad choices. I'm not perfect but continue to keep working on myself to be a better person and most importantly a better partner. I know it's not going to be easy but I only have one person I know I really love YOU. I want to heal together and work on all the problems to get to the root of the issue. Childhood trauma is hard. I had to dig deep and what I can't change is the past but I'm not letting it affect my future any longer. I'm here and I only want to spend the rest of my life with you. Are you ready? mi amore
Everything I said to you was real, and the truth about how I felt and viewed you. However, at this point, I can’t do this anymore. I feel like I’ve had to prove myself to you a thousand times, over and over again, yet was never fully chosen. I constantly wondered and asked how you felt about me. I asked both directly and indirectly, but I never got the emotional clarity I needed. At the end of the day, I guess you did choose. When I thought you died, instead of telling me you’re alive, you decided to play games and pretend to be someone else to help “ease my pain.” I went along with your game to see what you’ll do. “Will you choose me or continue to play this character?” I thought to myself. And you chose to push me away and disappear, even though it was obviously you. I gave you all of my thoughts and feelings towards you, in a clean glass. While on my end, I wasn’t sure what I was looking at. It all felt surreal. Especially now! All I wanted clear communication, but I know I won’t get that. I truly loved you, but I don’t know who you are anymore. I’m sorry. I wish things could’ve been different.
to much stuff going honestly like moneys getting to you or something. That's why I can't be here any longer this isn't good for me mental health. some people are meant to have it. I'm not your seconds or thirds I was supposed to be your first. Na it's ok I'll go. I really hope you better you're health I will be praying for you constantly I hope soon we can talk other important stuff that we need to talk about. Take care of your self. I love you.