u/Kareems_in_detroit

I (18m, '26) have liked this guy (20m, '24) for 16 months despite having been cut off for 6 months.

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Had no idea what flair to put btw cs it's kinda everything.

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For context, in my junior year of high school, I took one of my dual enrollment classes on the university campus instead of online like my friends, and I (sadly) developed a crush on a boy in the class—a cute, nerdy, white, innocent freshman boy with 2019 Reddit humor (fyi despite the emdash and word choice I am not a robot). I courageously approached him about a month and a half into the semester (mid-February at this point) and got his Instagram handle. We talked a ton, and he sort of took me under his wing and hung out with both me and our classmates (around whom I wouldn't have felt very comfortable had it not been for him) after our lectures most of the days. The last time I saw him was in early April, shortly before the end of the semester. We continued talking a ton over the summer and into the fall. He was a beacon of scholarliness, the safest of my safe spaces, unmatched in intellect and beauty, and the greatest pleasure to exchange words with. I would constantly give him words of affirmation, giving obvious signals which he took and honored, eventually leading us to a convo discussing secuality and relationships. He claimed to have been straight, not interested in a non-platonic relationship, but we still talked as friends. I saw him twice at some meetings on campus in the fall semester. I can't stop thinking about the first time. I, a senior at the time, went to a meeting not knowing that he was pulling up, and when I saw him walk in, I speedwalked up to him and hugged him for \~10 seconds. The second time I saw him (in November btw), he blocked me upon our departure from campus. I noticed it that week, and when I asked him why he'd blocked me (on a separate platform), he said that I "overstepped his boundaries", for which I apologized, now remembering the fact that he would always say "ur fine" in response to me asking if I'd been making him uncomfortable with my affection. He set no boundaries, yet was disappointed me for having crossed them anyway.

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I still miss him to this day. I learned so much from him and we yapped nonstop to each other. I go over our old chats spanning 10 months embarrassingly frequently. He gave me so much insight into things on top of (technically) having been the first friend I made in college. I wouldn't be as social as I am today had it not been for him. I wouldn't have learned anything about my own history (he was fascinated by Ancient West Asian history), having lead me to start learning more of my ancestors (feel free to peek my profile), he was the only one to whom I could talk about religion, motivation to live, and the concept of committing suicide (not that either of us wanted to, thank God), and he taught me so much about being social and how to be a better friend. I miss him so much. It's as if he and I were fused, and he ripped himself from me, taking a part of me in the process.

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I have a boyfriend now (thank God), but I still can't stop thinking about how perfect the scholar of scholars and I could have been if only we were compatible. I have yet to meet a suitor rivaling him in charisma and humor as well as intellect, artistic talent, and beauty. Even when I open Minecraft, I think of him because the save files default to being named "my world" and he was my whole world.

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Any advice to help me get over him—the perpetual stud among all studs—is appreciated.

Edit: my bf dumped me

I (18m, '26) have liked this guy (20m, '24) for 16 months despite having been cut off for 6 months.

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Had no idea what flair to put btw cs it's kinda everything.

​

For context, in my junior year of high school, I took one of my dual enrollment classes on the university campus instead of online like my friends, and I (sadly) developed a crush on a boy in the class—a cute, nerdy, white, innocent freshman boy with 2019 Reddit humor (fyi despite the emdash and word choice I am not a robot). I courageously approached him about a month and a half into the semester (mid-February at this point) and got his Instagram handle. We talked a ton, and he sort of took me under his wing and hung out with both me and our classmates (around whom I wouldn't have felt very comfortable had it not been for him) after our lectures most of the days. The last time I saw him was in early April, shortly before the end of the semester. We continued talking a ton over the summer and into the fall. He was a beacon of scholarliness, the safest of my safe spaces, unmatched in intellect and beauty, and the greatest pleasure to exchange words with. I would constantly give him words of affirmation, giving obvious signals which he took and honored, eventually leading us to a convo discussing secuality and relationships. He claimed to have been straight, not interested in a non-platonic relationship, but we still talked as friends. I saw him twice at some meetings on campus in the fall semester. I can't stop thinking about the first time. I, a senior at the time, went to a meeting not knowing that he was pulling up, and when I saw him walk in, I speedwalked up to him and hugged him for ~10 seconds. The second time I saw him (in November btw), he blocked me upon our departure from campus. I noticed it that week, and when I asked him why he'd blocked me (on a separate platform), he said that I "overstepped his boundaries", for which I apologized, now remembering the fact that he would always say "ur fine" in response to me asking if I'd been making him uncomfortable with my affection. He set no boundaries, yet was disappointed me for having crossed them anyway.

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I still miss him to this day. I learned so much from him and we yapped nonstop to each other. I go over our old chats spanning 10 months embarrassingly frequently. He gave me so much insight into things on top of (technically) having been the first friend I made in college. I wouldn't be as social as I am today had it not been for him. I wouldn't have learned anything about my own history (he was fascinated by Ancient West Asian history), having lead me to start learning more of my ancestors (feel free to peek my profile), he was the only one to whom I could talk about religion, motivation to live, and the concept of committing suicide (not that either of us wanted to, thank God), and he taught me so much about being social and how to be a better friend. I miss him so much. It's as if he and I were fused, and he ripped himself from me, taking a part of me in the process.

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I have a boyfriend now (thank God), but I still can't stop thinking about how perfect the scholar of scholars and I could have been if only we were compatible. I have yet to meet a suitor rivaling him in charisma and humor as well as intellect, artistic talent, and beauty. Even when I open Minecraft, I think of him because the save files default to being named "my world" and he was my whole world.

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Any advice to help me get over him—the perpetual stud among all studs—is appreciated.

I intend to learn to read, write, and interpret Akkadian, and I thought this subreddit would be a good place to ask if anyone can slide over a PDF of a textbook meant for people with backgrounds in other Semitic languages. I speak Levantine Arabic and Classical Arabic.

It's always kinda baffled me that loanwords that seem easy to pronounce are often pronounced unnecessarily different, if that makes sense. For example, the Arabic word "qanūn" comes from Greek "kanōn" (law). How come the "Kappa" in Greek is always borrowed into Arabic as "Qāf" (voiceless uvular plosive) when we already have a voiceless velar plosive in Arabic pronounced exactly like Kappa? Another example, how come Arabic loanwords in Spanish like "mezquita" and "taza" pronounced with a voiceless dental fricative (like Greek Theta) when Spanish and Arabic both have identical common voiceless alveolar fricatives? Why not "mesquita" or "tasa" which would be more similar to Arabic "mas-gid" and "ta-sa"?

Chairete.

I’ve just wrapped up my 6th and final semester studying Latin, and I‘ve decided to pick up Ancient Greek for scholarly reasons. A few questions have come up, and I thought this would be a great place to ask.

First off, where does one start with learning a foreign language such as Ancient Greek without being lectured about it five days a week? I‘m open to recommendations for beginner textbooks on Internet Archive and other related sites.

Second, would learning Ancient Greek be easier for someone with knowledge of two of its sister languages—English and Latin?

Third, will learning Ancient Greek give me knowledge of different languages today the way Latin gave me a gateway to Italo-Romance and Ibero-Romance languages?

Advice is very appreciated, charin oida soi!!! (I might have said that wrong tbh)