u/Hell_Alrdy_Knws_206

You already missed the signal twice in the last 24 hours and we both know you are doing it intentionally.

I am trying to give you room to grow but if you keep boxing me out it will be return to the sender.

Dear My Remaining Hope,

I won't let you slip away by letting your thoughts become your reality because I didn't do enough to make my words and my actions prove them untrue. I know the battles in your mind didn't start with me, but if I love you, then I have a responsibility to love you in a way that doesn't feed those fears. If your heart tells you that you'll be abandoned, forgotten, or never truly chosen, then I want every day I'm beside you to quietly argue against those lies. Not with promises. With consistency. With the way I hold your hand, the way I show up, the way I keep choosing you even when it's hard.

I know I won't always say everything perfectly. I'll make mistakes, I'll miss things, and there will be days when I don't realize what you needed until it's already hurt you. But I never want my silence, my distance, or my failures to become evidence for the worst things you believe about yourself. I want you to be able to look at me and slowly realize that not everyone leaves, not everyone gives up, and not everyone loves with one foot already out the door. I want my life to become the proof that your fears don't always get to be right.

Because the thought of losing you to a story your mind convinced you was true breaks my heart. Not because I think love can fix everything, but because I know love deserves the chance to be lived before fear decides how it ends. If I ever have the privilege of loving you, then I want to love you so honestly, so gently, and so consistently that one day you'll catch yourself believing me more than you believe your doubts. And if that day ever comes, I think it will be one of the greatest gifts either of us could ever receive.

Love Your Waiting Wolf

The other day we had a hard conversation, and instead of disappearing you sent me a long message.

I know putting your feelings into words isn't easy for you, so I want you to know I saw the effort. Thank you for doing the hard thing instead of the easy one.

What you probably don't realize is that when you used ChatGPT to help you find the words, I recognized you anyway.

Not because of the words themselves, but because your voice was still there. Your cadence, your humor, the way you think. It was unmistakably you.

It made me smile.

I won't ask you about it because I never want you to feel like you can't have a space that's yours to think, vent, or sort through your feelings.

I just want you to know I see you.

Not the polished version. Not the guarded version.

You.

And somehow that made me care about you even more.

I hope this works out. I really do.

But no matter where we end up, thank you for letting me know you a little more than you probably realized.

I love you too.

I won't compete with your past, no matter how much I want a future with you.

I don't think you're over your ex, and I'm having a hard time settling into whatever this is becoming.

I notice the way you react when their name comes up. I hear the emotion in your voice. Sometimes it feels like you find reasons to bring them up. Maybe it's because they're your only frame of reference for love. Maybe it's because a part of you is still there. I honestly don't know.

What I do know is that I like you.

I know what I want. I know what I deserve. I also know I've done the work to move on from my past. I grieved it, learned from it, accepted it, and closed every door that could have kept me looking back. There is nothing waiting for me there.

With you, I see glimpses of that same healing. Then I notice the quiet moments that make me question whether you've really let go.

There's something else I haven't said.

I've seen what you wrote anonymously about them, just like I've seen the things you wrote about me.

The details were unmistakable.

After our first date, the timing, the sequence of events, even the moment I leaned in and you turned toward me. I recognized it because I had lived it. I remember reading it and wondering if you wanted me to find it.

Which made me wonder something else.

Did you want me to find what you wrote about them too, or am I simply better at connecting dots than I give myself credit for?

Places like this make it easy to disappear if that's what you want. But when you've lived an experience yourself, it's impossible to mistake it when someone describes it almost word for word from their perspective.

You always tell me you don't write. You say you don't like texting. But every now and then the mask slips, and I see someone who writes with honesty and depth. I noticed those moments, even if I pretended not to.

I like that version of you.

I like seeing the person you keep hidden from the rest of the world.

I just can't help wondering why, in a place where you could have been completely anonymous, you left so many unmistakable clues.

Were they for me?

Were they for them?

Or did I simply stumble across pieces of your heart that were never meant to be found?

Then there are the little moments that probably mean nothing to anyone else.

The moments that stay with me.

As you sit on the couch with the dog curled up beside you, watching your shows while the cats cause chaos somewhere in the house, I think about how badly I wanted to be next to you. I waited all day just to spend time with you, and when I finally had the chance, you pushed me away. I don't think you realized how much that hurt.

It wasn't about that moment.

It was about feeling like I wanted your presence more than you wanted mine.

I won't be a backup plan.

I won't be someone who keeps your seat warm until your past decides they want you again. I won't be a placeholder or a consolation prize. I won't compete with memories.

I know my worth.

I'm not everyone's type, and that's okay. The right person won't have to convince themselves to choose me. They'll choose me because they want to.

I'm choosing you.

Not because I don't have other options, but because you're the one I want to build something with. I'm patient because I believe some people deserve patience, and I want to be someone who gives grace instead of pressure.

But patience isn't the same as waiting forever.

I communicate because I believe expectations should be spoken instead of guessed. I'm not trying to change you. I'm trying to offer the same clarity I hope someone would offer me. Healthy relationships aren't built on assumptions. They're built on honesty.

If you're not ready, you won't hurt me.

If you don't want the same things, you won't make me hate you.

What will hurt is being kept close while your heart stays somewhere else.

So I remind myself not to assume. I tell myself to watch your actions instead of filling in the blanks with hope.

Maybe I'm seeing things that aren't there.

Maybe I'm noticing truths neither of us has said out loud.

Either way, I can't pour myself into someone who still has one foot in yesterday.

Because love deserves two people facing the same direction.

And despite everything, I still can't shake the feeling that we're two aliens from the same planet who somehow found each other in a universe that almost never lets that happen.

I just hope we're both ready to be here.

I won't compete with your past, no matter how much I want a future with you.

I don't think you're over your ex, and I'm having a hard time settling into whatever this is becoming.

I notice the way you react when their name comes up. I hear the emotion in your voice. Sometimes it feels like you find reasons to bring them up. Maybe it's because they're your only frame of reference for love. Maybe it's because a part of you is still there. I honestly don't know.

What I do know is that I like you.

I know what I want. I know what I deserve. I also know I've done the work to move on from my past. I grieved it, learned from it, accepted it, and closed every door that could have kept me looking back. There is nothing waiting for me there.

With you, I see glimpses of that same healing. Then I notice the quiet moments that make me question whether you've really let go.

There's something else I haven't said.

I've seen what you wrote anonymously about them, just like I've seen the things you wrote about me.

The details were unmistakable.

After our first date, the timing, the sequence of events, even the moment I leaned in and you turned toward me. I recognized it because I had lived it. I remember reading it and wondering if you wanted me to find it.

Which made me wonder something else.

Did you want me to find what you wrote about them too, or am I simply better at connecting dots than I give myself credit for?

Places like this make it easy to disappear if that's what you want. But when you've lived an experience yourself, it's impossible to mistake it when someone describes it almost word for word from their perspective.

You always tell me you don't write. You say you don't like texting. But every now and then the mask slips, and I see someone who writes with honesty and depth. I noticed those moments, even if I pretended not to.

I like that version of you.

I like seeing the person you keep hidden from the rest of the world.

I just can't help wondering why, in a place where you could have been completely anonymous, you left so many unmistakable clues.

Were they for me?

Were they for them?

Or did I simply stumble across pieces of your heart that were never meant to be found?

Then there are the little moments that probably mean nothing to anyone else.

The moments that stay with me.

As you sit on the couch with the dog curled up beside you, watching your shows while the cats cause chaos somewhere in the house, I think about how badly I wanted to be next to you. I waited all day just to spend time with you, and when I finally had the chance, you pushed me away. I don't think you realized how much that hurt.

It wasn't about that moment.

It was about feeling like I wanted your presence more than you wanted mine.

I won't be a backup plan.

I won't be someone who keeps your seat warm until your past decides they want you again. I won't be a placeholder or a consolation prize. I won't compete with memories.

I know my worth.

I'm not everyone's type, and that's okay. The right person won't have to convince themselves to choose me. They'll choose me because they want to.

I'm choosing you.

Not because I don't have other options, but because you're the one I want to build something with. I'm patient because I believe some people deserve patience, and I want to be someone who gives grace instead of pressure.

But patience isn't the same as waiting forever.

I communicate because I believe expectations should be spoken instead of guessed. I'm not trying to change you. I'm trying to offer the same clarity I hope someone would offer me. Healthy relationships aren't built on assumptions. They're built on honesty.

If you're not ready, you won't hurt me.

If you don't want the same things, you won't make me hate you.

What will hurt is being kept close while your heart stays somewhere else.

So I remind myself not to assume. I tell myself to watch your actions instead of filling in the blanks with hope.

Maybe I'm seeing things that aren't there.

Maybe I'm noticing truths neither of us has said out loud.

Either way, I can't pour myself into someone who still has one foot in yesterday.

Because love deserves two people facing the same direction.

And despite everything, I still can't shake the feeling that we're two aliens from the same planet who somehow found each other in a universe that almost never lets that happen.

I just hope we're both ready to be here.

Emrah,

I don't want to be someone who keeps you occupied until someone from your past decides whether they want to care about you that week. I deserve more than being someone's backup plan.

I truly believe what we have is worth so much more than that. I just don't think you see it the way I do.

I wish you could see what I see. I wish you understood how much I care about you, how much I've been trying to show you, and how much I believe in what we could have if you let yourself fully choose us.

-Remme

I am just outlining my expectations clearly. I'm telling you how I want to be treated. When you have someone new, you want to keep them apart of your life, I thought you were suppose to communicate your wants, needs, and expectations.

Please stop taking it as an attack on you and just let me speak. Stop interrupting me and listen to what I'm saying. This isn't negative, and it isn't about criticizing you. It's about me communicating what I need.

I want to keep you in my life. I want you to understand me so there isn't confusion or guesswork. You've told me yourself that you don't want to lose me, and I can see you've been trying to show me that.

I know expressing yourself with words isn't easy for you, and I know you get overwhelmed. I'm not trying to make things more complicated or confuse you.

I'm actually trying to make things easier by removing the guesswork. I know you've never been with someone like me. I know you've struggled with feeling like you don't belong, but with me you've said you feel safe and at home. I want us to build on that by communicating openly and listening to each other.

I love you too. I know you need to hear it and that's why I told you the other day when we were driving. Well actually I whispered it in your ear when you were driving.

I am trying to show you, by doing little things. By noticing your small parts no one else notices. I try to give you little hints that I remember and I notice. I want you to know I am caring and considering your wants and needs.

We had a rough couple moments but they are learning experiences, and when you told me you didn't want to leave you because you wanted to stay and fix it that's the only thing that mattered to me.

I needed to hear that as much as you needed to hear I love you.

I hope you understand me, I don't want to lose you just want you process what's said without it being a confrontation. I've told you pause and find me when we both can reset. We love intensely but that doesn't mean we can't be soft with each other.

I want to always be your safe space but I won't make sacrifices without communicating how to keep me safe. I don't need you to protect me but we should protect each other's peace.