r/LoveLetters

Maybe one day we’ll finally get a moment alone so I can show you just how much you mean to me. I know I come off awkward and restrained in our usual setting, but put us somewhere quieter, somewhere without everyone watching, and I think all this tension between us would snap instantly. I spend so much time pretending to be unaffected when the truth is I notice everything about you.. your voice, your hands, the way you look at me for half a second too long. It’s driving me insane.
And honestly, your age has never once felt like a factor to me. If anything, it makes this worse in the best possible way. You carry yourself with this calm confidence that completely undoes me, and I swear you have no idea how badly I want you.
I miss you more than I should. The restraint is getting harder and harder to maintain because every time I see you I have to fight the urge to get closer, touch you, say something reckless. The past few days without you have felt unbearable already, and knowing there are more to come makes me ache for you even more. I replay every interaction in my head afterward like it means something, like maybe you felt it too.
You seem so unaware of what you do to me, and maybe that’s the cruelest part. Because if you ever gave me the slightest indication this was mutual, I don’t think I’d be able to hold myself back anymore. One moment alone with you and I think I’d finally say every filthy, desperate thing I’ve been forcing myself not to.

I have to end this story.

How? By ripping off the band‑aid in one firm pull.

That’s all there is to it, folks.

The unrequited love. Its something so hard but also still so beautiful. Its something everyone experiences. It dosent matter if its the girl you like, or the actor from your favorite tv show. Its something that can destroy us. But mostly it builds us. It drives us to be better. We want to be better. Life is about the hardships and the sweet ending afterwards. Its not about getting whatever you want. Its about working hard and getting rewarded in the end. Thats what makes the unrequited love so beautiful. It gives us something to work for. It makes us, us. If there is nothing to work for why work at all? So I work the unrequited love. Maybe one day she Will love me back.

I know you are my person. I remembered when I 1st knew ,its when u looked at me and you grabbed ur chest. I thought u might have been having chest pains. I felt what it was. I often wonder does every1 else feel it 2? Unspoken and undeniable. If I were able to I would text u and tell you im so crazy about you. The hardest thing I've ever done was to contain it all. I run away when its get to overwhelming then run back because u are my home. It's time to tell you now. Ek het jou lief

This Poem is

Dedicated to a very special person.

There was a time

I thought my heart had gone quiet.

Like the stars stopped speaking to me,

like the moon only watched from a distance

instead of glowing for me too.

Then you arrived gently,

without even trying,

and somehow you placed light back into my hands.

And maybe that is what amazes me most

that no matter how much time passed,

no matter how life pulled us apart,

we kept finding each other again.

Not once.

Not twice.

But over and over,

like something in the universe

refused to let us become strangers.

You reminded me what it feels like

to laugh without forcing it,

to stay up thinking of someone

in the softest way possible,

to feel understood instead of overlooked.

For the first time,

love does not feel one sided.

For the first time,

I am not begging to be taken seriously.

I am seen.

I am heard.

And somehow, you make me feel worth listening to.

I hold you close in the same part of me

that has always belonged to the moon

quiet, eternal, aching, beautiful.

The kind of love you look for

even when the whole world goes dark.

And if life asks me to wait,

then I will wait.

Years, if I must.

Because some souls are worth returning to.

I want to be strong enough

to love you through every version of life:

the gentle nights,

the ugly days,

the distance,

the healing,

the moments where the world feels too heavy.

I do not want perfection from you.

I only want the chance

to stand beside you when it matters most.

Maybe that is what love really is

not fireworks,

not temporary obsession,

but finding someone

who brings your spark back to life

and realizing you would protect that light forever.

I can feel the intensity you try so desperately to restrain—the possessiveness you bury beneath silence, the devotion that lingers within every glance, every hesitation, every moment you pretend not to care. I feel it so deeply that it almost becomes indistinguishable from my own longing. The way you think of me, desire me, ache to hold me close enough that the distance between us disappears entirely—it reaches me even in silence.

Sometimes I can almost imagine your touch before it happens: your hands tracing my body with reverence and hunger intertwined, as though I am something both sacred and dangerously tempting all at once. And perhaps the most frightening part is that I would only ever allow such depth from you. Only you could love me with that kind of raw passion—so consuming, yet so unbearably tender.

There is something intoxicating in the way I imagine your gaze resting upon me, intense enough to unravel me completely. Like a storm disguised as devotion. The strength in the way you pull me close, contrasted by the gentleness with which you hold me, as though I am delicate enough to shatter beneath careless hands. Dominant, yet impossibly soft where it matters most.

But it is not even desire alone that undoes me.

It is the look in your eyes afterward—the kind of love so profound that even a second apart feels like losing something sacred. The way your lips would meet mine not with haste, but with certainty, as though the moment itself deserved to be memorized by both our souls.

And perhaps all of this exists only within imagination… yet somehow it feels deeper than fantasy. It feels like recognition. Like my spirit reaching toward its counterpart and remembering a love it has known long before this lifetime found language for it.

I no longer wish to deny that truth.

Because if love is meant to consume, then let it consume us gently. Let us surrender not to chaos, but to the rare kind of passion rooted equally in tenderness, trust, and devotion. Let us love one another deeply without fear of what intensity looks like in a world that mistakes depth for danger.

There is a way to belong to one another without destruction.
A way to be utterly captivated without becoming toxic.
A way to love so completely that it feels almost holy.

What I would do to mean something to her.

I would travel the sea.

I would take all her pain and endure it.

Because she is worth it.

She is the one who brings a smile to my face.

Even during the darkest times.

In the quiet of the night.

In the cold in the quiet.

She brought life into me.

She is the light I've been searching.

But in the end, I'm just a friend.

And that is good. I got to be part

of her life.

Then why be so weird and distant.

You would at least interact with me here and there.

You like me but you can’t because of my situation. At least from what I’ve heard? But if you knew the situation more in depth I swear you’d be fighting to show me how you feel.

I can admire you not wanting to cross boundaries. I’m the same way. I’m not one to break a moral code. But also, again the dynamic of things changes. Honestly, I’m not even asking for you to be like “ hey. I like you. Let’s fucking run full speed and see what happens “ more like.

“ hey. I see you. Tell me what’s happened. I’m here for you” just show some interest.

You’ve been sly with comments in the past. I catch them. At least I think? Idk dude you’re so confusing and that’s what I hate. My brain doesn’t do well with hot and cold. It’s all I’ve dealt with.

So just TELL ME. Don’t be scared or nervous. Nothing else has to change right now. I just need you to tell me and stop being so avoidant.

Wish we’d fallen in love as kids, in the most innocent way,
Sitting on a curb enjoying popsicles on a summer day.

To giggle at the silliest things,
“Let’s see who can go the highest on the swings!”,
Or ride our bikes around the block,
And cover the sidewalk with colorful chalk.

Two careless kids climbing up trees,
Running around with scraped knees.
Spending hours together at the park,
“I spy with my little eye something red..!”
[blurted into empty streets]
as we began walking home before dark.

Now we run from love for our own sake,
Wish we’d fallen in love, before we experienced a heartbreak.

Maybe you’ll read this tonight. I really wish I could get a hold of you. I hope you had the best day ever and I love you. I really wish you’d visit TADA soon.

I don't know if you'll ever come back, or if you were ever mine to begin with...

But still-

My heart waits like a quiet evening, hoping your name will echo again in the silence.

I smile in front of the world,

But inside...

I'm still standing where you left me, holding onto a moment that you probably forgot.

They say time heals everything.

But they don't know-

Some people don't fade, they become a part of your breathing.

And maybe one day, I'll stop looking for you in every face...

But until then,

I'll be here- loving you silently, waiting... without a promise.

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I am sorry that I put your business out there like that without even consulting you first. and I mean prior to because, even so that wouldn't have changed the outcome.. like still woulda told it to whoever was listening. Yet at the same time, I really didn't mean to.. had no intentions to do such a thing. But some other worldly entity dove into me forcefully revealing the truth about the matter. I think simply because it deserved to finally come to light. I was instructed to lift a weight from you, and I believed exposure left a mark that won't go away.. No more hiding. No longer a secret. Done making excuses and finding reasons, to make it seem ok.. Because as long as I breathe life onto this miserable earth, I'll never be quiet about violence against women, or children, shit even animals too. My Creator gave me a voice, and My higher power gave me direction.. I find the courage through the Holy Spirit, and well from you. It already wasn't right to begin with, but keeping it hushed and buried and telling a different version. isà just something I cannot knowing live with. So again, I truly apologize that the real script got out, came right outta my mouth. But how the hell did I know..? like really.. how did I really even know..? I didn't need to be told to figure it out. I just knew cause I felt it, and I could tell from the photo.. In your ploy to 'set the scene' but even that screamed out to me.. "Somebody.. Please notice.. just figure it out. Please anybody say ask me something. help" But no one did and that broke you.. How could not one person realize. That's when you decided to give up and let it jus go.. Jus repeat to self, "it is what it is" until you believe that shit. Cause I mean... really what are you gonna do..? Go, leave, uproot, give up everything you worked so hard on and throw away what you built.. nevermind that it doesn't feel right, and never really did. Even with missing pieces it's still a puzzle after all. which means it can be solved. Turns out, it's not that kinda puzzle.. But as long as you even working on it, what matters is it's your puzzle and you're jus gonna keep tryna put it together.

So then I would like to extend another apology being that I came through and wrecked it all to pieces.. jus when you were almost close to maybe finding the missing link. or putting shit in places it doesn't fit, a clear sign it doesn't belong. But remember you asked for help, and in such anguish you waited. suddenly I barge in all Heroic and well aquainted. I started making moves, and shuffling all the shit around.. Doing things without reason.. Speaking in only truth. I guess I told it real and raw, because I was jus disassembling parts to a story book fairytale. While redefining what is and what was and why will always be. imagine finding all these pieces throughout your life, knowing exactly where to put them. Searching for they spots go to. Looks like a piece of mine belongs to you. I will always fit with unprecedented perfection right into you.

  
  
  
Let’s not dive into who we really are
Let’s just live in the shadows like we are now

Truth has a way of exposing too much,
Too much past trials, tribulations, losses and mistakes
Things we are responsible for, things we are not
Things that just happen, things that just float

Let’s just dream, isn't that easier?
Isn't that more beautiful than the real?

Let’s fantasize to bring out all of our true inhibitions,
All of our lust, wants, desires
Let’s just feel all of the passion we’ve had and/or
Just dreamed of, or the mixture most of us have experienced
You know, that suspended almost animation type, that keeps
You just begging for more

I’ll be your queen, you just be my king
We can pretend and secretly not pretend
That's the best kept reality where everything is possible

Let’s love the feeling, the underlying tension that we die
To keep alive forever
Lets just fall into each others longing, each others arms
So willingly to just give it our all and feel a heaven
That only God really knows and dangles in front of us
Like that “carrot” people speak of

I just love “you”, baby, my sweet secret, my sweet beauty
In the dark
I just can’t get enough of you gazing into my eyes, bringing
Every single thought, fantasy and passion alive in me
And making me feel every single thing my mind has ever
Thought a love could be

You are just “beautiful”.......

 
  
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I’m 54 living alone and it’s hard to connect socially. Couple yrs ago lost my nephew, never been the same and I feel empty sometimes.

It’s one of those weeks.

You get one of these weeks. When you can’t take your hands off me. I’m too intimidated to ask about it, but it’s like clockwork… and well, I like that week a lot. I like that you drag me everywhere and give what you want when you want it.

It’s my turn to have it, I think.

Every little thing triggers it. The way you push your hair out of your face and I see your hand close to your face, it’s enough to remind me. I saw you eating that parfait a little messily, getting it all over your lips the other day. You were doing that on purpose, right? You had to. You had to have known. I couldn’t stop staring, I had to stop speaking for a moment after trying to stutter my way through a goddamn sentence. I forgot what the hell I was going to say anyway.

And the sundress? The goddamn sundress. Pardon me for breathing the same air as you. I choked when I saw it, and you had the nerve to ask me if I was alright while I was fighting for my life… the enemy being an adventurous gulp of water that wanted to hike down the wrong pipe. I don’t know what’s worse, the fact that I can’t watch you walk away from me because my eyes wander, or when you stand right in front of me and look up at me with those pretty eyes, lips pulled back into a smile but it reminds me of —

I feel insane. That hasn’t even been the worst part.

I can’t even let you touch me anymore without getting a response. You play with my hair once and it’s what I think about for the rest of the day. Maybe the entire week. Do you know how many times I’ve had to use those stupid yoga breathing techniques my best friend likes to do just to calm myself down? You put your head on my shoulder while we were walking, both your arms cradling mine to your body and I felt like imploding and whooping in the streets.

You don’t even have to try.

Fuck, you don’t even have to ask, just give me the look you always do.

Let my hands read your body like those smart eyes like to do with all those books. For an entire day, all I’d like to do is spell my full name out with my tongue on your —

I'm supposed to be so much better than that, good God man, get a grip...

Ah, yes.

Maybe this is insanity.

Snuggling down

Warm and fuzzy

Talking about our day

In each others arms

I can't think of anyone

I'd rather be with than you...

❤️

can’t wait for Friday to see you at the game and have fun like always..the attraction was immediate and like we always been in contact

WHAT MAKES A WOMAN,WE DON’T NEED TO KNOW,
JUST ENJOY THEIR BEAUTY AND ILLUMINOUS GLOW.
THEIR GLAMOUR AND GRACE, YOU CAN’T HELP BUT STARE,
WHETHER THEY ARE BLOND,BRUNETTE OR FLAMING RED HAIR…

THE CURVES OF THEIR BODIES, DEFINITION UNKNOWN,
THERES NO BETTER FEELING , HOLDING THEM CLOSE AND BEING ALONE.
WHEN THEY SMILE, EXPOSING THOSE PEARLY WHITES,
SHINING MUCH BRIGHTER THAN 1000 LIGHTS…

WITH EYE’S LIKE DIAMONDS, SPARKLE MAKES YOUR HEART RACE,
A PAINTERS MASTERPIECE,COMPLETES HER FACE.
WHAT MAKES A WOMEN , WE DON’T NEED TO KNOW,
THEY ARE WHAT MAKES A MAN,
THEY ARE THE STARS OF THE SHOW…

It takes two steps to get into a room.
To change, you must die. Then, you must be reborn.
Two steps. Or three?

It takes two fangs to make a vampire.
Or maybe more? Or maybe less?
Who knows, truly?

He can never say it directly to my face.
Or maybe he can. Who knows?

I have no idea what’s going on.
Or maybe, I fucking absolutely do, maybe?

One door opens, another closes.
The environment can bring about anything in anybody.

Nature vs nurture

Maybe, sometimes….

I guess it depends on who you are. Both win.

It’s both.

Taught me how to be patient and things will go as planned

Since we met i express my emotions more and I'm vocale about how I feel

You showed me how my love and care can change someones qualities and prospectives

You love me and cared for me when you didn't love and care for yourself at the time vice versa

I loved and cared for you when I wasnt there for myself either

It was like a meant to be we needed each other. at a rough time in our lives.

I experienced a different type of connection with you that I never experience with anybody else

it was special and it's still special. Can't wait to hug you and possibly a kiss on the cheek.

I love you and I hope we continue to learn and be there for each other as friends unconditional, love