u/Aggressive-Two6909

For about a year and a half, I was in an FWB setup that eventually turned into mutual attraction. Things messed up when it became a long-distance relationship, nice aayit moojichitu poyi (she had nymphomaniac tendencies). Njan ullapol thanne vere 2 perumayi flirt cheyuka, athinte stories enik paranj tharuka, ottum sahikan pattathe ayappo Njan full contact cut aaki. Aval enne kure manipulate cheyan nokkiyatha, pakshe nadannilla.

But lately, loneliness is getting to me, and I’m starting to wonder if completely cutting ties was a mistake and if we could have just stayed friends. Her number is still active, and she hasn't blocked me. Should I reach out?

1:​Is this going to hurt my self-respect?

2:​Am I just inviting more trouble back into my life?"

Suhurthukale, pand 10th standard'il padikkumbo oru penn engottu vannu propose cheythu. Like oru letter thannittu. Letter'il korach cringe dialogue'um, ithu aarodum parayaruth ennum ezhuthiyirunnu. Pakshe njan athine reject cheythu(mass kallichu nadannu🥲). But letter njan ente friendin kaanichu koduthu, avan athu school'il paattakki. Aa kochu aake naanamkettu. Oru divasam ente munnil vannu karanju nthokkayo paranju. Angane athu vittu.Athinushesham pinne avale kandittila

​Pakshe prashnam athinu shesham oru relation polum enikku set aayittilla. Situationship vare ethiyengilum, njan aagrahikkumbo enthelum aayi athu mudangum. Complete ayit oru relation polum enjoy cheyithittila🥲 Pennillathe jeevitham munnottu kondupovendi varumo? Ithini avalude shaapam aayirikumo? Arinj kond njan oru thettum cheythila Ithinu enthanu prathividhi? Homam vendi varumo guys...

So, this happened a while ago. I was bored as fuck one night and hopped onto Omegle. I ended up matching with this girl, and we hit it off instantly. We had so much in common that the vibe was just effortless. She gave me her Snap, and we stayed up until sunrise flirting and talking.

​The next day, she laid out the ground rules: she wasn’t looking for anything emotional just a short-term, casual thing. I agreed, thinking I could handle it. Spoiler: I couldn't. We started talking for 17 hours a day. She shared everything her traumas, family issues, past relationships and I got attached fast.

​After 10 days, we decided to meet up for the first time. She was taking the train to college, so the plan was for me to meet her at the station for a quick "hi." I went all out I bought a flower and all her favorite snacks. I was actually nervous because I had never done anything like this before.

​The train pulls in at 3:00 PM. Her coach (S2) was way at the front, and I’m stuck at the back of the platform. The train only stops for 3 minutes. I’m sprinting through the crowd, looking for her, but I can't see her anywhere. I try calling no answer. Her data is off. I’m standing there on the platform feeling absolutely crushed.

​As the train starts to move, my brain goes into "movie mode." I thought, “She has to be on there!” and I literally jumped onto the moving train.

​I’m walking through the aisles, searching frantically, but she’s nowhere. Then, my phone pings. It’s a message from her: "You look really good in that blue denim." I’m buzzing. I’m so happy. I send her a snap of me on the train to show her I made it. Right then, she calls me and my heart drops.

​Her: ninnod araa paranje train keran? Blah blha... Full scene

Me: I jumped on to find you! Enik nthayalum ninne kananam

Her: best kutaa "...I’m at the station. Njan ninne kandayirunu, You have two hours to get here. If you don't make it, I’ll take the next train and we won't ever see each other."

​Turns out, she was trying to prank me by stepping off to surprise me, and now I’m on a moving train heading away while she’s standing on the platform . We were in two different places, and the train wasn't stopping.

​I'm too tired to type the rest. Part 2 tomorrow.

Yesterday, a friend called me for support. She’s (23F)been dealing with some trauma and has started seeing a therapist (a 49-year-old man).

​While she felt the session went okay, she told me that he hugged her three times and kissed her on the forehead. He also reportedly told her that "cheek kisses and forehead kisses aren't romantic" and that she should "be cool" with it.

​She gave consent at the moment because she thought it was just part of the process, but now she’s feeling confused and unsettled. To me, this feels like a massive red flag and incredibly unprofessional. Is there ever a scenario where this is considered normal or acceptable in therapy?

Yesterday, a friend called me for support. She’s (23F)been dealing with some trauma and has started seeing a therapist (a 49-year-old man).

​While she felt the session went okay, she told me that he hugged her three times and kissed her on the forehead. He also reportedly told her that "cheek kisses and forehead kisses aren't romantic" and that she should "be cool" with it.

​She gave consent at the moment because she thought it was just part of the process, but now she’s feeling confused and unsettled. To me, this feels like a massive red flag and incredibly unprofessional. Is there ever a scenario where this is considered normal or acceptable in therapy?

Please read Part 1 before starting this.

Chilapo ith cringe ayirikaam, ningal chilapo oru fantasy aayum thonaam, njan kuttam parayunila...

Coz athinulla freedom nigalk ind so chaambiko...

So, there I was, back at the station. I was looking around when someone tapped my shoulder from behind. It was her. Man, that feeling... I can’t even describe it. The first thing she did was grab my shirt collar and start scolding me: "Who told you to jump on the train, you idiot?!" I was just frozen, staring at her. She had these incredible cat-like eyes, ente alliya oru raksha ila"and I was completely lost in them (cue Amsham song in the background😂).

​We only had one hour before her next train. I told her there was a cliff beach nearby, and she hopped on the back of my bike. As we started riding, her perfume hit me brother, "ente saare chuttum ullathonum kanaan patoola" I was flat-out floored.

​We reached the cliff and sat on a bench with the ocean right in front of us. It was sunset, the breeze was cool, and the atmosphere was perfect. We laughed and talked, and then she slowly rested her head on my shoulder. My heart was racing. I did all the "cringe" romantic stuff holding her hand, tucking her hair behind her ear and I loved every second of it.

​When it was time to leave, she asked to ride the bike. She drove us back to the station while I sat behind her, resting my head on her shoulder. We reached the platform just as her train pulled in. She grabbed my hand and we ran toward the coach. Before she left, we hugged, and she gave me a kiss on the cheek. I stood there, totally zoned out, watching her train disappear.

​For the next few days, we talked about how amazing that day was. She even asked if we could meet the following Friday because she had a gift for me that she forgot to give. I was already planning everything out. We had this habit of staying on the phone until we fell asleep we never hung up.

​But on Day 15, everything changed.

​I woke up from a dream and tried to call her to tell her about it. The call wouldn't go through. I checked Snapchat blocked. Instagram blocked. Everywhere total silence. I had no idea what happened. I thought I was emotionally strong, but I started to fall apart. I couldn't eat; I was just stuck thinking about her. I missed her so much it felt like I was a bird that had built a nest in a tree that didn't want me there.

​I held onto hope for a long time, thinking she’d come back. I couldn't hate her, and I couldn't forget her.

​Two years later, I saw her again by chance. We talked for a bit, and hearing her side of the story finally broke the image I had of her in my head. My "idol" was shattered... but honestly? Coz enik aha timel sling fling kurichonum valya idea illayirunu,It was for the best. It was a hard lesson, but I learned a lot about life and myself from that disaster of a first date.

So, this happened a while ago. I was bored as fuck one night and hopped onto Omegle. I ended up matching with this girl, and we hit it off instantly. We had so much in common that the vibe was just effortless. She gave me her Snap, and we stayed up until sunrise flirting and talking.

​The next day, she laid out the ground rules: she wasn’t looking for anything emotional just a short-term, casual thing. I agreed, thinking I could handle it. Spoiler: I couldn't. We started talking for 17 hours a day. She shared everything her traumas, family issues, past relationships and I got attached fast.

​After 10 days, we decided to meet up for the first time. She was taking the train to college, so the plan was for me to meet her at the station for a quick "hi." I went all out I bought a flower and all her favorite snacks. I was actually nervous because I had never done anything like this before.

​The train pulls in at 3:00 PM. Her coach (S2) was way at the front, and I’m stuck at the back of the platform. The train only stops for 3 minutes. I’m sprinting through the crowd, looking for her, but I can't see her anywhere. I try calling no answer. Her data is off. I’m standing there on the platform feeling absolutely crushed.

​As the train starts to move, my brain goes into "movie mode." I thought, “She has to be on there!” and I literally jumped onto the moving train.

​I’m walking through the aisles, searching frantically, but she’s nowhere. Then, my phone pings. It’s a message from her: "You look really good in that blue denim." I’m buzzing. I’m so happy. I send her a snap of me on the train to show her I made it. Right then, she calls me and my heart drops.

​Her: ninnod araa paranje train keran? Blah blha... Full scene

Me: I jumped on to find you! Enik nthayalum ninne kananam

Her: best kutaa "...I’m at the station. Njan ninne kandayirunu, You have two hours to get here. If you don't make it, I’ll take the next train and we won't ever see each other."

​Turns out, she was trying to prank me by stepping off to surprise me, and now I’m on a moving train heading away while she’s standing on the platform . We were in two different places, and the train wasn't stopping.

​I'm too tired to type the rest. Part 2 tomorrow.