Okay so the love of your life makes a grand re entrance after three years, you two pick up where you left off and now you're stuck overthinking every single detail? As if that wasn't enough your old flame from last year decides to waltz back in like nothing happened? Seriously it sounds like my love life is auditioning for a sitcom. Maybe going lesbian is the answer less drama more fabulous shoes! 😂
I keep replaying the night we met. I was in the front seat, you in the back. Our friends were busy, but when I turned to say hello I froze. You said "oi” and when we locked eyes, time stopped. It really was love at first sight. The way you looked at me then and the way things have ended now breaks me. But after three years of hoping you'd come home to me it really is over. The delusional dream is over. I don't think I'll ever love anyone like that again but I hope you're happy wherever you are. You deserve it. Goodbye my handsome boy
I keep replaying the night we met. I was in the front seat, you in the back. Our friends were busy, but when I turned to say hello I froze. You said "oi” and when we locked eyes, time stopped. It really was love at first sight. The way you looked at me then and the way things have ended now breaks me. But after three years of hoping you'd come home to me it really is over. The delusional dream is over. I don't think I'll ever love anyone like that again but I hope you're happy wherever you are. You deserve it. Goodbye my handsome boy
With each heartbreak her light didn't dim it intensified, illuminating her path with newfound strength. She wore her scars like constellations each one a testament to battles fought and lessons learned. She'd sit with a broken heart convinced loneliness was her destiny, yet her spirit shone brighter each time. Just as she began to bask in her radiant glow content in her solitude, love watched patiently from the shadows, ready to pounce when she least expected it, eager to add another verse to her ever evolving story
This has been a constant battle in my mind. Some days, I'm absolutely convinced it's real, but then I'm left wondering, what actions have you taken to prove it? Silence, cutting off contact, and blocking someone isn't love, no matter how you try to spin it. We're living in an age where our phones are practically glued to our hands, and if you genuinely love someone as you profess on your hidden profiles, nothing should stand in the way of that connection. Well I loved you, I waited, and now I'm finished. I won't be reaching out, watching your story, or even glancing at your profile anymore. It's only trapped me in my own head and I'm exhausted from constantly hoping for a different outcome. I truly wish you all the best
Me 😇
This has been a constant battle in my mind. Some days, I'm absolutely convinced it's real, but then I'm left wondering, what actions have you taken to prove it? Silence, cutting off contact, and blocking someone isn't love, no matter how you try to spin it. We're living in an age where our phones are practically glued to our hands, and if you genuinely love someone as you profess on your hidden profiles, nothing should stand in the way of that connection. Well I loved you, I waited, and now I'm finished. I won't be reaching out, watching your story, or even glancing at your profile anymore. It's only trapped me in my own head and I'm exhausted from constantly hoping for a different outcome. I truly wish you all the best
Me 😇
This has been a constant battle in my mind. Some days, I'm absolutely convinced it's real, but then I'm left wondering, what actions have you taken to prove it? Silence, cutting off contact, and blocking someone isn't love, no matter how you try to spin it. We're living in an age where our phones are practically glued to our hands, and if you genuinely love someone as you profess on your hidden profiles, nothing should stand in the way of that connection. Well I loved you, I waited, and now I'm finished. I won't be reaching out, watching your story, or even glancing at your profile anymore. It's only trapped me in my own head and I'm exhausted from constantly hoping for a different outcome. I truly wish you all the best
Me 😇
Been waiting three years for someone to come home, but what if I was really waiting for *myself* to come home? To accept the truth, to acknowledge the pain, and finally release the past. Maybe it took three years of self-love to see it clearly again.
That love at first sight turned into a goodbye, but now I can feel the warmth in my heart again, knowing there's a special place inside my soul that will never fade. It's like I had to lose that external love to find the infinite love within myself.
It's not about bitterness or regret, but about gratitude for the journey. For the lessons learned, the strength gained, and the ability to love deeper and truer starting with myself. Anyone else ever feel like they were waiting for someone else to complete them, only to realize they were already whole?
I see you every day in the crowded hallways and sunlit corners of my life. Each glance is a stolen moment, a brief connection in a world where we're otherwise just acquaintances. You laugh and the sound echoes in my chest, a melody only I seem to hear with such intensity. I memorize the way the light catches in your hair, the curve of your smile, the way you tilt your head when you're thinking.
This love is a silent movie playing in my heart. Every scene is vivid, every emotion heightened, yet there's no sound, no dialogue, just the relentless projection of my feelings onto a screen you'll never see. It's a bittersweet ache, a constant companion that both inspires and suffocates me. I write poems in my head about you, compose symphonies of unspoken words, all destined to remain unheard.
I know this love is a fragile thing, built on glances and assumptions, likely far from the reality of who you are. But it exists, a quiet flame burning in the solitude of my soul. Maybe someday I'll find the courage to speak, to let you know the depth of my secret admiration. But until then, I'll continue to love you in silence, a ghost writer penning love letters to a phantom.
Even after three years, you're still constantly on my mind. We're physically distant but emotionally close. I often wonder if you feel my absence as deeply as I feel yours. I'm caught between feeling overwhelmed and feeling like I'm on the cusp of something amazing. Will we ever be together again, or is that just a fantasy? Forever yours. 😇