r/MissedSoulmates

I fell out with a friend about two years ago and I don’t really have any way to contact him anymore

I’ve thought about it a lot since then and I just wanted to say I’m sorry for how things went and for my part in it

I also want to say thank you. Because despite everything that friendship meant a lot to me and some of those memories are genuinely some of the best I’ve had

We met online and mainly talked through Discord and Instagram
I knew him as Max / Maximilian, and sometimes Nakutar / Nazgafish
I’m not sure what he goes by now or if he uses those apps anymore

If anyone happens to recognise this or knows him and feels like passing a message along, I’d really appreciate it
Just wanted to say I’m really so sorry and wish him well. I hope he’s okay. I really miss him.

Thanks for reading…

hi! i went to badlands pdx on Friday night (yesterday) and met the most beautiful person. she had bright dyed red hair, tall and slim build. she came up to me and i didn’t take the opportunity to get her number. praying to god she’s on this app. if you think this is you pleaseeeeee pm me. thanks :)

While writing a memoir about my life, I started mapping timelines and locations in a very structured way.

What I didn’t expect was what came next.

The person I eventually formed a long-distance relationship with had unknowingly been in geographic proximity to me multiple times across different stages of my life—years before we ever spoke.

Not once, but several times.

Different states, different years, different circumstances… yet the timelines overlapped in ways I didn’t notice until I began reconstructing everything on paper.

I’m not trying to turn this into something mystical or exaggerated. I’m just genuinely trying to understand how common (or uncommon) this kind of thing is.

Has anyone else ever experienced something similar—where someone important in your life had already “passed through” your timeline before you met them?

Please excuse any typos in this post. And I apologize if I sound like a creep this has been on my mind non stop. T-T

Before judging me harshly or thinking non- positive things about my story please show compassion and respect! ( and please hear me out!!!!!) Please keep in mind that this is a genuine story with genuine and pure feelings behind it. In no way do I mean anything negative or harmful to myself or the guy this is about!

I may have fallen for a guy whose name I don’t know. For context we met on a Vacation back in 2021. We were at Volcano bay in Orlando Florida. It was towards the end of July. It was supposed to be a family vacation to celebrate my birthday, and my younger cousins birthday. It was simply the worst day of my life. Pretty much that entire day I had been talked down on by my mom. We don’t have the best relationship and she’s abusive. That day she said horrible things about the way I looked, what I wore and she compared me to my younger cousins. By the time we had arrived at the water park I had already cried a few times bc of her. I kept thinking to myself that I didn’t really matter and that no one enjoyed my company. I was the odd one out on the vacation. I was alone and trying my best to avoid the wrath of my mother.

But sometime later my cousins showed up asking me if I wanted to go to the wave pool with them. I said yeah bc I was tired of being alone. And that’s where I saw him. I saw him out of the corner of my eye. He was super tall, had long hair, kind of a lean build and he had green and blue swim shorts. Some time after playing in the wave pool my cousins and I left to go to smaller pool that wasn’t a wave pool. I saw that guy again. At first I tried paying him no attention until I saw one of my cousins talking with him. I couldn’t help but look at him. I thought he was very attractive but bc I didn’t know anything ab him I tried brushing it off. But I couldn’t help myself. It felt weird— I had never felt that way about a guy. Even tho I was a teenager at the time I felt way too young to have a crush! I’m not sure how it came about, but in the midst of me staring off into space, I heard him ask my name. And I gave it to him ofc, but for some reason, I don’t remember asking for his name. He started asking me questions about myself and about my family trip, but I could only think to myself that his curiosity and his interest in me was nothing but general conversation between two strangers. I thought to myself how could a guy this attractive be interested in anything about me?After the questions/introduction was over we started to play together. Keep in mind we were pretty young so when I say we were playing I’m talking about both of going underwater and waving at each other. We would smile at one another and give each other high fives. And ofc we held hands like teenagers do. It was the first time I felt seen during that entire vacation. Someone had finally noticed me. I didn’t have to beg for any attention and someone showed me kindness out of the good of their heart. He cheered me up and brightened my day when I felt completely useless. I feel like it was such a rare moment for me. Growing up I never received genuine kindness without having to prove myself worthy of receiving it. He was also the first guy to be so kind to me. Even though it seems like nothing as I type this out— this kind of stuff means a lot for someone in a toxic environment/household, like mine. Before meeting him, I had this general idea that all men and even young guys were dangerous. Unfortunately I put this same idea onto him as well. But as I think back he never gave me any reason to suspect him the way I did. I’m so glad I met him when I did. Now I know kindness exists not as a reward for doing something good, but out of compassion for someone whose story you do not know.

The real reason I feel like I may have developed feelings for this guy is because of how my very first relationship ended. To be honest, I only dated my first boyfriend because I told myself that I will never run into the guy from the waterpark ever again. But about a week before I broke up with my ex, we got into a really bad argument. He said some horrible things about me and hurt me in many ways. And in that moment, when I receive the horrible words from my ex I broke down crying and abruptly said to myself that “the guy from the waterpark would have never treated me like this.” I don’t even know why I said that. I hadn’t thought of that guy in any way during the time of my first relationship. What started out as a simple conversation between two strangers saved me from going down a path I probably wouldn’t be able to recover from. It’s been quite some time since I ended, my first relationship but I can’t seem to shake off the memories and feelings from that day. It made me realize that the guy from the waterpark was almost like my first love.

Before my family and I left the waterpark me and that guy made a promise. I promised him that I would come back to the spot we first met; in the wave pool. I wonder if he even remembers that day or if he ever thought of me in any way. I wonder if he saw right through my smile. I wonder if he could tell that something was wrong. I wonder if he did all of that because he wanted to do cheer me up. Part of me thinks he was just a genuine person and wanted to be nice. I feel like I will never see him again. I wish I could have stayed in contact with him. And for some reason after five years, I still remember him to this day.

Does this sound obsessive or weird? Any advice would be lovely!! And if you feel like I need a slap of reality, please feel free to say it in a respectful manner ^^ thanks for reading!!!!

I mean have you ever met someone which you feel super attracted to who are so compatible and small incidents happens like eye contacts bumping near stairs and always finding him/her in crowd .

Even when you have never talked to this person.

I literally have the most sparse information on this guy. I literally joined Facebook in 2007 so this was during the time of nobody texting and the soon to be end of roommates sharing landlines.

Here are his details first.

Chinese American. About 6 foot. His name was Wei or Wai or maybe Wayland but went by Way? Can’t remember his last name for the life of me. Lean, probably around 50 yrs old today.

He fancied himself looking like Bruce Lee, which his hairstyle definitely had that look. Kind of thought he was more handsome than Bruce Lee - definitely taller.

He had worked as an intern for Donna Karan. Lived in Elmhurst, Queens with his uncle in a basement apartment. I specifically remember him telling me about a lawsuit at Donna Karan having to deal with interns because they were basically being used as employees and violating their rights.

If I remember correctly, his family was from San Francisco, and he ended up back there.

Now I’ll share some tidbits about myself:

Redhead, 6’2, and today 51. Still living in the same apartment in Queens.

Wei came into my life, sort of at the wrong time. I had a series a god awful relationships of just back to back liars, cheats and sociopaths, so when Wei came into the picture I was super cautious.

We met at a gay predominantly Asian nightclub called THE WEB. He came right up to me towards the end of the night, told me he’d been watching me all night and would love a date.

I believe our first date was to AVENUE Q on Broadway. We sat in the very last row, but it didn’t matter because the show was great.

I ended up dumping Wei. Not only dumping him, I blocked him on my phone and email. It was aggressive on my part but it was because of one major thing: he kept telling me he loved me!

It was literally after two weeks of seeing him he told me he loved me. Then it was constant. I asked him to stop because, even though I liked him A LOT, I just needed the pacing to go slower. I wanted something that felt normal and up to that point almost every guy I dated was just so impulsive or manic or an addict and I just wanted someone who would allow us to get to know each other without this sense of codependency or cruelty. But Wei just wouldn’t listen.

What can I say, I’m originally from Montana. Good Midwest kid with a good Midwest family. I didn’t understand these gay men in the city with all these issues! But then I had these Norman Rockwell ideas on dating that revolved around diners and long walks in the park - not K-holes and living like vampires of the night.

I also didn’t trust anyone saying they loved me so soon. It’s typically the type saying “I love you” right away who are the crash and burn kind - or just desperate for anyone.

Yet, I really liked him. A lot. I just needed him to keep his love for me to himself for like, a month or two. He just couldn’t. I broke up with him, I believe, right after Thanksgiving in 2006.

It’s kind of awful why I broke up with him. He wanted to impress me dancing at my friend’s Thanksgiving party. He was doing the most, like a Britney Spears dance routine and accidentally knocked over a lamp and broke some of my friend’s items. After that embarrassment, we were walking towards the trains to leave and he started up again with how much he loved me. It was then I decided by the end of the week we would be done.

It was the winter of 2007 and I started seeing someone else who, once again, a menace. Another drug addict. Another sign of trouble. This person I felt compelled to help but I thought of Wei and if he was okay. I thought, “maybe I can just deal with someone instantly in love with me rather than another addict”.

I didn’t have his number anymore - I had switched phones. I didn’t know his email. But, I knew where he lived.

So I got on the Subway train during the middle of a snow storm and went to Elmhurst, Queens, where he lived.

I get to his apartment and some old Chinese man answers. Doesn’t speak English. A little Chinese girl came from somewhere in the apt complex who translated. She told me the men who lived in the basement moved to San Francisco, but they didn’t have anymore information than that.

I suddenly felt terribly sad.

But this was now my answer - to move on and now keep a new space for this new guy I was seeing who had red flags all over him.

Well, that new guy stayed my friend for the next 20+ years and he is now in rehab. The new guy really impacted my life in a multitude of ways - one major one being me understanding the role of mental illness in people’s lives.

I guess one could say I gave into the universe which was always sending me damaged goods rather than hold out for something that resembled normal.

But from time to time I do wonder, “what happened to that one guy who was in love with me day 1. Where did he end up?”

I image he’s married and doing financially well. I hope my rejection didn’t screw him up - yet I wonder.

And if you haven’t guessed, my dating life never got any better - but I did learn how to become a public advocate and fight for worker’s rights, housing rights and become a power of attorney to those needing help in criminal justice and mental health. And I did all that for free - my job has nothing to do with any of that. And I probably wouldn’t have done any of that if I stayed with Wei.

I know I know.... This is a bit late, but AWS Summit 2026 just ended and I'm still kicking myself for not asking your number.

At last year's conference, I was with an older colleague and a bit lost on the second floor. I think you interjected to give me some advice and we ended up chatting about random things. My colleague left us to it when we started talking about our music tastes (punk/emo music), and I remember that, at the time, you hadn't ever been to Warped Tour before.

If it helps, I was about your height, clean-shaven in a suit, and a punkhead who works with emergency housing and aid. You were wearing your goth outfit w/ a skirt and said you were a fed accountant on the orange line.

I know I put my foot in my mouth a bit, I'm a bit awkward, but overall, I remember us vibing well. When I asked you to an after-hours thing, you seemed interested in hanging. We just couldn't make it work because of work dinners. Worse, I was late for a session and ran off without asking you for your number.

Warped Tour's over this year, but if you remember me and you'd like to take me up on drinks or an indie concert sometime, I'd love to get to know you more.

P.S. If anyone has suggestions on where to share this or know someone that fits this description, would you please share it with them?

This is a very hard goodbye for me. Harder than I thought. Even more when you remind me it was never real for you. Your actions speak volumes. You rock at making loved ones feel like they’re nothing.

Day one of Beyond 2026 at the Gorge I met a guy who shared my birthday July 24th and told me he was studying Graphic Design in Paris. He held me because I was really cold and I have not been able to get him off my mind. Really hoping we can reconnect!

Hey everyone, I was visiting Newport Beach and after watching the World Cup matches went to Balboa Saloon on Wednesday night. I ended up meeting an awesome girl late that night—we were hanging out right around 12:30 AM to 12:45 AM on Thursday morning (June 25th).

We actually took a picture together, but we didn't swap numbers or socials before parting ways. Out of respect for her privacy, I’m not posting the photo here publicly.

A few details from the night:
She was wearing a light blue/lavender sundress with dark polka dots and had wavy caramel-highlighted hair.
I was the guy in the black short-sleeve button-down shirt.

If you or a friend were out at Balboa Saloon that night and this sounds like her, please shoot me a DM! If someone reaches out claiming to know her, I can send the photo privately to confirm it's actually her.

Thanks, A Hopeless Romantic

Hi!

I'm new here, so I don't really know how this works. 🙃 But I met this boy on my holiday in Ibiza this June. We met on Wednesday the 10th of June at Ibiza Rocks Bar in San Antonio. I was with my brother. My brother started talking to him and later we chatted and danced and I really enjoyed his company. Then suddenly he left. It went so quickly and afterwards I'm so sad I didn't ask his number. I really want to find this guy and I thought, maybe I could place this message here. Maybe anybody can help me or maybe he will read this 😊 

I'm a girl, 31 years of, living in the Netherlands. 

I'm looking for a boy, 34 years old, living in Belgium (he talked in English). He was traveling alone.

It's a shot in the dark, I know! But who knows.

Lots of love!!

Ben, from San Antonio, living in Crown Heights and working in Finance in all black and drinking a hard seltzer at Tiki Disco/Glitterbox/House of Yes PRIDE 2026 event, hi! We were the 3 guys you were talking with at the beginning of the party on the dance floor. You took our photo and were incredibly kind. We think you’re cool and want to be friends :)

Dont remember your name. But, Iron Maiden and a boat. You are 29, you work at a burger place in San Diego. Biked from Oslo to Copenhagen. You play guitar in a band. Shoot me a message of you see this, or if you know the guy I am looking for.. 🙏🏻

Hi there I feel super weird posting this but screw it. I’m gonna take my chances. I was in Safeway today in Aloha, Oregon around 9:30 PM and was approached by this really attractive guy. He told me I was beautiful and I was so off my game because I was in sweats that I only got his first name before I ended the conversation because my anxious a%* doesn’t know how to ask a man for his number. Can someone help me find him? First name Victor and we met in Safeway on Sunday night. lol not a lot to go off of I know but

I’m hoping to reconnect with someone I met while travelling, but I want to do so respectfully and within Reddit’s rules.

We met briefly at a hostel in Spain, had a genuinely memorable conversation, and parted ways without exchanging contact details. I only know a few broad details about them, and I’m not looking to share or request any personal information.

I’m simply wondering: is there a subreddit dedicated to missed travel connections, hostel encounters, or stories of people trying to reconnect after meeting abroad?

I’d appreciate any suggestions for communities where this kind of post would be appropriate and welcome.
Thanks in advance!

Hi everyone,

This might be a long shot, but I’ve been thinking about this for years.

On May 5, 2010, I flew from Frankfurt to Chicago. During the flight, I met a young girl from Ukraine. We ended up talking almost the entire 13-hour flight and became really good friends in that short time.

Unfortunately, after landing, our journeys separated. I had a connecting flight to New Orleans, while she was staying with her aunt somewhere in the Chicago area. Somehow we lost contact before exchanging proper information.

The sad part is that after all these years, I can’t even remember her name or which city in Ukraine she was from.

If, by any chance, this sounds familiar to you—or if you know someone who traveled that route on that date and told a similar story—I would love to reconnect. Even if nothing comes of it, I figured it was worth trying after all these years.

Thank you for reading, and I’d really appreciate it if you could upvote or share this post so there’s a better chance it reaches the right person.

This was 06/27/26, me and my sister and her boyfriend decided to go to Michigan adventures last minute, and I’m glad we did. We drove an hour 30 to get there and the first ride we went on was wildcat. There was this cute shy little girl, wearing a white dress/ shirt with blue jean shorts, I didn’t think much of it, I just thought she was cute and went on my day. Her dad looked like he was guarding her from something. That’s why I made no moves. Anyway, me and her exchanged glances, not once, not twice we both glanced and looked away. I was attracted immediately😭 I didn’t see her after that ride. Until shortly after me and her ran into each other. She was going onto a ride I was getting off of, and I again stared as I thought she was really pretty. I was hesitant to ask for her name or number because I didn’t want to make a scene with her dad infront of everyone. (I regret this morally) after that we decided to do a couple more rides and then hit the water park. I didn’t see her for like 2 hours and was done with it. We then decided to hit the rip cord, and there she was again, sitting on a bench. She didn’t notice me but i definitely noticed her, she looked mad in a sense as if her mom said she couldn’t do something. I didn’t think much of it, I felt I was restricted from speaking with her because her parents were always around. After that, I didn’t see her until the park had closed, and then I was 100% set on her being gone. As you know, I was walking out and there she was again, she noticed me and turned her head back. I wanted to say so many things to her, but I just couldn’t with her dad there. I convinced my sister to let us wait outside the exit just so I could get one last good look at her before I never see her again. My sister noticed she kept staring hard, and she slowed down as if she wanted me to approach her. Me and her exited the park at the same time, walking in the same speed in the same direction, just both staring. She waved at me, and then blew me a kiss goodbye. To this day I am still trying to find this girl. So many things I would’ve done differently now. I wonder if we will meet again.

This is a long shot and I'm sure it won't lead anywhere. On Monday I got my car inspected. While I was waiting I met a beautiful woman who was next in line. We started chatting a little bit and I lost track of time. I am kicking myself for not giving her my number, let alone introducing myself properly and learning her name. Just hoping she sees this and reaches out. Mid 20's, blonde hair, skinny, about 5'5 if I had to guess. She was wearing a sweatshirt and patchwork style jeans.

Ps. I hope the shop I recommend to you treats you well.