r/love

So I have a friend. She's actually in a relationship. I know it. And she says it's serious. I respect that. But I do really like her as well. What's the best advice, like what am I supposed to do. She did ask me if I had any feelings for her. I guess she just understood vaguely through my actions. But I somehow managed to skip the discussion and brought up something else and the conversation sort of moved away from it. I don't want to do anything in any form to make any sort of problems for her relationship. I do respect her and I do want her to be happy. And if she's happy with her relationship I don't want to do anything. But I do like her and I wanna tell her. But I'm scared if she knows then what we have right now will also end. What to do? Any advice would be helpful.

I’m 23f and after all these years I can happily say I’m in my first ever relationship with my amazing boyfriend (23m). I feel like I’ve had the poo end of the stick every time I tried looking for love but on our first date, we clicked so well that our date lasted 6 hours into the night just taking and getting to know each other. He’s the silliest and funniest guy, he’s so comfortable being himself which in turn makes me also let out my silly and be comfortable.

All of our dates are so fun and filled with laughter and doing a ton of stuff for hours, I remember being told “you shouldn’t spend that much time with someone you just met because you need to leave them wanting more”, but I believe no matter how much time you spend with someone, if they truly like you they’ll always want more which is exactly my boyfriend

Ahhh i can say so much good things about him, he’s super intelligent, got so many awesome hobbies(it made me realise I gotta get outside more haha), just a genuine sweetheart and I’m learning more positive traits about him each day. Something that really cheered me up recently was that my car had a problem that was really upsetting me because I was afraid to drive it and he came over the next day and checked it all out and reassured me it’s ok and what the warnings meant when he checked it with a device and what to do if that issue does actually happen while driving. He doesn’t realise how much more I loved him after something that probably seemed so small to him. I’m so glad I found him and I hope this lasts forever

I don’t feel excitement or a “spark”. He’s so sweet, he’s handsome, I do like him. He makes me happy. Does anything I want. He’s very easy going. But there’s no “thrill”. He’s a little boring. He’s quiet. He doesn’t bother me, he never annoys me or anything. But I just feel like he’s there existing.

Should I continue to see him and see where things go and possibly feelings can grow?

I’ll be in Spencer this Sunday…
A little place for chicken.
Passing far too close to where you are.
Where you were...
Where you’ve always been.

I let you go in December.
At least,
In all the ways a person can force themselves to.
No messages. No calls.
No quiet searching through fragments of your life online.
I’ve kept my distance.
The kind you asked for without words.
The kind I promised myself to respect.
Even when it hollowed something out of me...

But still,
You find me.

Not by choice, no.
But in the quiet, unguarded parts of my days.
In dreams that feel too real to be forgiven.
In moments that start small,
And then split me open.
Slowly. Deeply.
Until I feel you everywhere...
Like something woven into the marrow of who I am.
Feasting on my deepest, darkest secrets.
Haunting feels too gentle a word.
Too kind.

You're threaded into everything...
The very fibers of everything I ever have or ever will love.
Whether I want that or not.

And I don’t.
God, I don’t.

Not like this.
Not as something unfinished.
Not as something that only lives inside me.

I don’t even understand why I still love you.
Not after everything.
Not after all this time...
And yet, there you are.
In my thoughts. In my sleep.
In the quiet spaces where logic has no say...

A version of you my mind refuses to release,
Even if that version no longer exists.

But I will be there, Sunday.
And somewhere along that drive,
You’ll slip into my thoughts again...
As you somehow always do.
I’ll wonder how you’ve been,
If you're happy,
What your soul looks like now...

I know we won’t cross paths.
I know how incredibly unlikely that is...

And still…
Some part of me will imagine it.

What if we did?
What if,
Just for a second,
Your eyes met mine?

Would you smile?
Softly, like something familiar you almost remember?
Would there be warmth?
Recognition?
Or would you turn away again?
Like you always have...
Like you've always needed to?

I will be there.

And in all the ways that matter,
And all the ways that don’t,
I have always been here.

Still loving you...
In every raw, vulnerable way we once promised.
Even if now,
I’m the only one who remembers how...

So there’s this “A-lister” who lives near me and people know who he is. I’ve always liked him, but never thought I’d run into him the way I did.

I was at a store to get a few things and this totally random thought went through my head and it said “what if _____ is here today shopping”? One second later, I look up and there he is! He looked right at me, we locked eyes and it felt like time had stopped. I have never felt such a strong connection with someone, but I got nervous and then kept walking. I go down an isle, he sees me again and we had the same eye lock. He played with his hair, looked down, almost ran into the end cap and quickly walked out.

I felt so stupid for not going up to him or at least saying hi. It was a weird frozen time stop. I planned on going back to the same store a week later at the same time, but I was at home sick.

Fast forward a couple months. I’m walking on the treadmill in my apartment building which faces a window out into the parking lot. I’m looking down at my music and I sensed someone from outside was looking at me so I look up, and it was him dropping off one of his buddies. I could NOT BELIEVE IT. He’s slowly driving by, locking eyes with me again and then drove off. STUPID ME for not even waving.

So here I am a month later, hoping to run into him. I’ve gone out of my way to shop and hang out near him, but I’m exhausted and I feel a little crazy doing it.

Do I keep thinking about him and continue to go shop near him? Or do I just let him go and allow the universe to bring us together if we’re meant to be?

My intuition is telling me we’d be perfect for each other and that I’m exactly who he wants, but would I be giving up/missing out on him if I just stopped thinking about him and went about my daily life?

For those of you who believe some people are meant to be together, can you share your thoughts on this? Have you had a similar experience? Please share!

I (20F) am single and have taken time to heal from a past relationship and have been thinking a lot about what I’d want in the future. Is it realistic to expect a man to make the first move? By that I mean show interest.

For example, I usually end up liking a guy and then asking around about him (I.e. is he single, what’s his type, etc.). And then usually a friend will ask and maybe put in a good word for me.

I guess what I’m saying is that I’d love if a guy would see me and it like hit him in his chest that he wants to be with me; that HE would be the one asking around about me! I want to experience that “love out of thin air” situation, but I don’t know if that’s practical.

I do know though that I’m not interested in letting a guy know I’m interested again because that’s how my last relationship started and I ended up with a passive man (I feel like that just increases the likelihood of finding a man that you will have to keep asking to do things). What’s the middle ground here if there is one? I want to be pursued, not the other way around!

Hello, I hope you’re doing well. I, (16f) have never been in a relationship and don’t necessarily want to anytime soon with focusing on school etc. I’ve known for a while that my main love language is physical touch and slightly less so, quality time. However, as the title says, over the course of the last year or so I’ve realized that I actually almost hate words of affirmation in most situations.

For context:

I don’t like giving words of affirmation but I have a much bigger problem with receiving them.

I don’t think I’d mind words that are along the lines of loving or caring about the other person but I hate when most people compliment me more than every once in a while. It’s nice like once in a blue moon but not nearly as regularly as a lot of people are used to giving compliments etc.

I also struggle to give a little bit because I personally know that it would make me a bit uncomfortable. Also, even though I’m being sincere, I feel like it sounds insincere or transactional. I know it isn’t supposed to but when people compliment me it feels like they’re trying to manipulate me. That’s the main problem. The other is that if I think it’s genuine it makes me feel extremely guilty most of the time. Idk why. Like if someone were to say I was a kind person, it would just make me think of everything I did in recent history that I wouldn’t consider kind.

On top of that, I also dislike about 9/10 stereotypical nicknames for partners… id have a hard time referring to someone as most of these and an even harder time being referred to as them. Idk why. I like more personal ones tho.

Is there anyone else who feels like this and if so has it affected your relationships deeply?

My husband knows my dad is my rock I love him so much it is very hard on me that my dad lives in a different state A few years ago my dad has a heart attack his wife called me right as I was leaving the house and I just lost it sobbing in my driveway.

I called my husband at work just bawling and he said baby go inside ill be right there! He was too he called his supervisor and didn't ASK he said I'm going home it's an emergency. My husband was home within 15 minutes.

My dad was OK, but apparently my dad and husband decided that "next time" something happened to him my dad's wife should call my husband so that I won't ever again be left alone with that kind of news.

I did not know this until today when my dad ended up in the ER, they think my dad will be OK again. But knowing the rwo men I love most in this world worked out a plan to take care of me like that, it makes me cry because they both want to know I will be OK as possible in the hardest times.

i’m 22 and i know people can say that i’m still young. but everyone around me has either been in a relationship, or is currently in one. everyone has fallen in love or experienced it. i’m the only one that never did. i fell in love once but it was one sided and never became a relationship, i just went crazy for a few months until i cut him off. i’ve never even been on a date.

i’m just wondering, when is it my turn. and am i the problem? am i unapproachable? why is it that i get lusted over but no one ever seems to actually be interested in getting to know me and marrying me.

i only believe in love because of the way i love. the man i loved, i truly treated him like he was my partner. it was the first time i discovered how i loved. and i even surprised myself with how i was loving this person, even if he never reciprocated.

but i wonder, is there anyone out there who loves the way i do? is there anyone out there for me? i even wonder how i’ll meet him and how he’ll approach me because at this point i just feel like it’s not meant for me.

ironically, i feel like my purpose in life is to be a wife and mother. i’ve always had maternal instincts and i always nurture those i love. i don’t feel connected to anything other than love. but i wonder why the one thing i know how to do properly is the one thing i can’t get right?

people say you need to stop looking for it and it will find you. but the thing is i’ve never actively looked. i’ve never tried online dating, i don’t approach anyone, i’ve literally never looked for or chased love. i just live my life normally but romance has just never been a part of it.

i also can’t seem to relate to guys my age. this generation is so consumed by technology and i’ve never adjusted. even all my friends call me a millennial. everyone around me is at least 5 or 6 years older than me. and the man i love was 11 years older but the age gap was not noticeable whatsoever because of how alike we were.

i’m scared that because i can’t relate to this generation that i’ll never find someone.

i’m feeling so discouraged. but i might not be the only one who feels this way. what do i do?

Our comfy reclining chair in the living room is a bit squeaky. My girlfriend asked me if we would be able to stop it from squeaking.

I said something along the lines of, "Yeah I think I could turn it upside down, lube it up with WD-40, and that should do it."

She smirked and said that she wanted me to turn her upside down and lube her up, too.

I love this woman.

Oh my heart, yes I love him dearly. Breath to breathe, using those talks to make melodies with our voices and our bodies to make love to one another skin.

I love this man I genuinely love not just his body but his mind his heart, the way he speaks to me and laughs. We always have those great laughs where everything around us disappears and it's just us together enjoying the company.

My best friend and my heart. Genuinely caring and in love.