r/MissedSoulmates

Dear….

I think I might say yes to him.
Not forever just a date.
A drink, a laugh, an evening spent
testing what exists beyond old fate.
But I’d be lying if I claimed
your memory had completely disappeared. Some feelings don’t obey commands; they simply grow quieter with the years.
So maybe I’ll sit beside someone new while a little piece still aches for you. That doesn’t mean I’m going backward. It only means the feeling once was true.
Perhaps I’ll like him.
Perhaps I won’t.
Perhaps my heart will finally surprise me.
Because missing somebody from the past doesn’t mean the future has to pass me by.

—
KK

Looking for someone I met on a flight from Cedar Rapids to Chicago on August 15. You were from Ottawa and had been visiting a friend in Cedar Rapids; I was headed back to California. We talked most of the flight about work, travel and a word game. I regretted not asking for your number before we split up at O’Hare. If this sounds like you—or your friend who was visiting from Ottawa—message me and tell me something we talked about so I know it’s you.

I am looking for someone in case someone could help. This might be very silly. But I saw someone in the lobby of the Hilton in Orchard Singapore on the 9th of August (Sunday) 2026. She was wearing a white sleeveless shirt and a black pant with sandals and was around 5' 11 with black medium length hair. We were both looking at each other and wanted to talk to each other (sometime close to or after 2:30 pm) but we were both accompanied by people which made it difficult and I had to leave when my cab arrived. If you are out there, you know who you are. Thanks!

I live in NH now but im originally from Louisiana on whats known as the Westbank of New Orleans. When I was about 20/21, I dated a person. Through an unfortunate string of events, her Mother and Stepfather sent her back to Houston to live with a friends family. I never got to say goodbye. I had gotten her email from a mutual friend and we made plans to meet when she was back in Louisiana for my 21st bday. She gave me a gift. A candle that was two mushrooms, one big and one little next to each other. Inside the box she made for it was a note: "Imagine...huh, that word conjures so many thoughts. Of what would have been, what could have been, what should have been...regardless, thanks for giving me a chance." This was 1998. Ive never heard from this person again. If this sounds like you, please message me.

Thank you for your time,

Sorin

The near miss that later in life you regret not pursuing and why.

There is a guy that works in letterkenny Aldi. He has a beard and looks like a viking, loads of tattoos. Everytime I see him no joke I get butterflies 🦋 Im too shy to ask if he is single so what do I do?

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Today I travelled on the Podhigai Superfast Express. I couldn’t get a reserved ticket, so I ended up travelling in the unreserved compartment.

A girl sat next to me. I don’t know if she was actually giving me hints or if I was just overthinking it 😂, but we kept looking at each other from time to time.

The worst part? We never spoke. 😭

When we reached Tambaram, I tried to find a chance to talk to her, but somehow I just couldn’t bring myself to say anything. I really wanted to ask for her number, but the moment never came.

After getting down at Tambaram, I walked behind her for a little while until she reached her bus. She looked at me too, but again… I said absolutely nothing. 🥲

Then she got on the bus, and I completely lost track of where she went.

Now I’m sitting here thinking… why didn’t I just say “Hi”? 😭

All I remember is that she was wearing a white top and had a simple shoulder bag with feather prints on it.

Me to me - Chai manusanaada ne kedacha chance ah miss panitu inga vanthu polambitu

Mukkiya kurippu - ipo tha miss panitu fresh ah indha post eluthiruken

Dear….

There is a librarian in my mind
who refuses to remove you from circulation. I have filed the ending,
signed the necessary papers,
returned every borrowed hope.
Still, she keeps your volume
behind the desk.
Restricted access.
Naturally, she reads it every night.
She remembers paragraphs
I deliberately forgot, the warmth between certain sentences,
the chapters where love
had not yet learned its ending.
Sometimes I catch her
running her fingers over your name.
Again? I ask.
She shrugs.
Some books are terrible for us
and beautifully written. Your memory remains sentimental to the librarian, so you are still
the book she refuses to throw away.

—
KK

Dear…

Perhaps you packed my memory away
and labeled the box Deceased,
then buried every tenderness
until your mind found peace.
Good for you. Truly. Marvelous.
I’d like that talent too,
because life keeps delivering packages
containing pieces of you.
Mutual mouths mention things
they probably shouldn’t say;
places resurrect an afternoon,
songs dig up past memories somedays.
I never ordered any of it.
I’ve checked the receipt twice through.
Apparently fate has confused my address
with the cemetery of you.
Still, I won’t return to knock
upon a door I once walked through.
Some reminders aren’t instructions
sometimes memory simply proves
a heart can leave a person
before their echoes leave you.

—
KK

Hello there. I met a beautiful blonde lady in Ios in Greece and we had a lovely innocent romance. She was about 19 so born in the early 60's. Gentle Scottish accent to my Irish brogue. After all these years, I came across a letter in her exquisite handwriting from October 1980 and I'd love, for the fun, to see if she is still around and say hello. Can anyone help me? John also known as Julius to her.

kind of a long stretch but i just talked to someone on the website umingle with the tag "ust" from the US. it was really unfortunate that i accidentally swiped out of the website and lost our connection. we were both from the same state (new york) and he was from queens who worked in jollibee. don’t want to share too many details because he might not want to be found, but i really enjoyed our conversation. i hope we can reconnect in the future :).

we ended our connection without knowing each others name. he also recommended some places in Queens that i'd love to visit.

if you’re here, please send me a message or reply. if not, i hope i'll be more careful in the future haha

Dear….

So the ghost still knows the address, Even though it’s not a frequent visitor; a passing glance through old terrain, then back into forgetfulness to be forgotten. There was a time the shadow came often, now it barely leaves a trace
just enough to make it obvious
some memories keep their place.
Only a figure in the distance
searching what remains unseen.
And strangely, there is sweetness
in how quiet it became
two lives moving separately,
with memory doing the same.

—
KK

About a month ago, I came across a profile on the nymph app by the name of Sandra on travel mode. She was a gorgeous 23 year old post-op transwoman based somewhere in India or the US (she claimed to be living in Mumbai but her hometown was Kochi and she also said she had an American father). But before I could send her a like and a message, she disappeared from my feed and now I cant seem to find her. She said she was basically a mallu, but that her father is American as stated before. As for her appearance, she had caramel-brown skin, blue-green eyes, and long dark hair; all-in-all she was very beautiful. I know that it is a long shot, but I am posting here just in case she is on here or if anyone else has interacted with her and has some information or can point me to another subreddit where I could find her.

I myself am a 23 year old cis male and I was born in Bangalore, but raised in London.

We exchanged names but I was too shy to give you my number after we landed. If you also wish we’d found way to stay in touch, say hi :)

Hoping you and your pal made it to beach before your weekend at work

Hello! I met you at the TJs at centennial hills yesterday afternoon ( Sunday 8/9). I noticed you picked up sauerkraut and asked you if it was any good. You said you liked it and buy it pretty regularly, I said thanks, you said no problem and have a nice day. Then we both continued on with our shopping. I was nervous and thought you were cute which is why I asked about it 😂 I know strange but, I had to think of something just so I could talk to you even for a moment. You had on a Westside Barbell t shirt and shorts. You have a tattoo sleeve on one of your arms and I think a baseball cap. You just seemed like a nice guy and wish I thought of something besides fermented cabbage 🤣 although it is good. You have to forgive me I’m a late bloomer when it comes to flirting. I had on a long jean skirt, red shirt, I wear glasses and my hair is a curly fro ☺️. Hopefully you see this or I see you again and we can talk about something besides sauerkraut loll. Until next time!

Also for those reading this please don’t downvote this post or be negative . If this kind of stuff annoys you please just keep scrolling. There’s an LV missed connections Reddit but it’s a ghost town I figured I’d have better luck here thanks in advance ! And best of luck to anyone hoping to reconnect with someone!💓

EDIT:

Thanks to everyone for the supportive comments and jokes 😂 I hope I see him again and connect soon! 💓💓💓

You approached me before a breathwork class at crossroads and told me you thought I was beautiful. We couldn’t stop looking at each other and smiling through it all. We didn’t really get to speak much afterwards, and the number your friend Willow gave mine didn’t work. She’s brunette, from Vancouver, has a nose piercing. If anybody knows who this might be I’d be so excited and thankful! 🫶🏽

we kept catching each other's eye, just before closing (14 aug) This is a long shot, but here goes. We were both at the Carrefour in Temara, near Rabat, not long before closing probably past 10pm. You were with your mum, I think — I was the girl in a blue top and brown shorts. I saw you first near the checkout and then couldn't stop finding excuses to walk past you. You had longish black hair down to your shoulders, a cap, a striped shirt, and baggy jeans and you really were beautiful. We kept looking at each other the whole time I was in there, or at least i think you were…
I left without saying anything and I've been regretting it since we drove off. If this is you, and you remember it too <3 Id love to actually talk this time :)))
— the girl who kept "browsing" the same aisle four times

I can’t say the call meant anything to me.

How could it? I had no idea it was you on the other end of the line.

I was somewhere behind the conversation,
laughing like people normally do
giggling without guarding the sound,
never knowing whose voice was coming through.
You called your friend.
He said he’d call you back.
When he did, there were dinner plans,
ordinary conversation, ordinary chat.

He didn’t see fit to mention me. Good man. I’d made it clear to him well before that day, “If you see him, don’t tell him I’m here.” I had no use for my name being put in your ear by way of some calculated coincidence or hidden signal.

So I let myself laugh as one does, without any regard of the sound, not knowing whose voice was speaking. You both talked on and I laughed off in the distance, and we were both none the wiser to how close an ordinary moment like that came to our world colliding again.

Then you hung up. He said your name in passing.

Wait.

That was you?

Well, hell. My brain just went.

All of a sudden every little giggle was running through my head again with one absurd question: did you hear me?

Did some tiny laugh get through the phone? Did you catch a voice you once knew and wonder for half a second who was near?

Probably not. More likely I was nothing but distant noise behind your friend.

Yet when he reported back that you had inquired who was around, it was enough to turn my whole mood. I found myself smiling for hours. Actual hours. A bit humiliating for a woman who is supposed to be in control of herself.

There was a tenderness to it that I can’t quite put my finger on. I didn’t know it was you, you didn’t know I was there. Nothing was put on for either of us.

So I allowed myself to dwell on it. Perhaps you happened to hear me smile on your side of the phone. Not in tears or anger, not trying to have you take back your goodbye. Just laughing.

It may not matter in the end. Only time will get you out of my head, though it seems to move at a snail’s pace. But until then I will conclude this to pounder on that you might have heard me happy, maybe made you miss me. It made me miss you. And it made me smile for quite a while after so thank you.

—
KK