r/TwentiesIndiaLove

Same as the title

While reading a story we attain diverse mental stages, sometimes we cry, we love, and even curse the character who plays the role of protagonist. A story ignites our heart to emit the words that were always stuck inside. what thing forces us to read or watch a film, is it our enthusiasm? Maybe, but strongly it's always about "we start becoming the same character, we start embracing his traits, expressions and ideas"

isn't something Which we do in love too?

I believe we just become the same person who we love.

Alas! everything is mortal except the words that play a role of a bridge between us, words are like a rope, over which we walk, the endless view and horrors we see are our emotions which need a way to exist in reality. When I get grumpy it's not something that oozes out of my heart, i reflect you, I reflect you wherever I go. Thankfully, you gave a hand so I could share that a grumpy kid is still alive in my soul.

This was the very first page… not where the story ends 💫

Hello everyone,

Maybe this is something I’ve carried in my heart for years.

6–7 years ago, I was just a teenager—full of friends, laughter, and simple days. He was one of them. New in tuition, and honestly, the first time I heard his name, I even laughed—“yeh kaisa naam hai?”

Funny how that same name slowly found a place in my heart.

We were total Tom & Jerry—always teasing, fighting, laughing. Nothing ever felt romantic… until one day he stopped coming to tuition for 10–15 days.

And that’s when it hit me—

I missed him… more than I should have.

That’s when I realized—maybe this wasn’t just friendship.

There were only a few months left before I had to leave for further studies. But in those small moments, something beautiful existed.

I liked him for his innocence… the way he never lied, even when he was wrong.

I remember not talking to him for 3 days over something silly—and he kept trying to manao me every single day.

He used to say, “mera main task hota hai tujhe tease karna.”

And somewhere in between all this… I started feeling shy around him.

There were moments that made me wonder—*did he feel the same?

Walking me home without reason… making excuses just to be there…

That feeling—like you are someone’s center of attention—it stays with you.

Then life happened.

New classes, distance, COVID…

And just like that, something so special turned into a memory.

Years passed.

But one night, I saw him in a dream… and woke up crying.

That’s when I understood—

it was never just a crush… I loved him.

But time had changed everything.

He wasn’t the same, I wasn’t the same…

And that spark I once saw in his eyes… it wasn’t there anymore.

Still, every year, at some random moment, those feelings came back—strong, unexpected.

And I realized…

the problem was no longer about him, it was about the part of me that couldn’t let go.

Because honestly, life mein bohot kam moments hote hain jab lagta hai—

“ab sab sahi hai…”

And he was that moment for me.

Last year in September, I felt that pain again.

But this time… I faced it.

I let it hurt. I let it pass.

And slowly, I let him go.

From feeling like:

“Rozana sochun yehi… kahaan aaj kal main hoon lapata…”

To finally accepting:

“This was the very first page… not where the story ends.”

Maybe some people are not meant to stay.

But they come into your life to show you what it feels like to truly feel something.

And for that…

I’ll always be grateful.

✨

(Wrote it for someone years ago)

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My dearest,

I've always believed that nature understands love better than people do. Maybe that's why whenever I stand beside a river or watch the waves gently embrace the shore, I find myself thinking about you. Not because you've ever been there with me, but because I hope that one day you will be. Somehow, the ocean has always reminded me of the kind of love I dream of vast, patient, deep, and endlessly returning.

If you were the ocean, I don't think I'd want to be another wave trying to match your beauty. I'd rather be the shore the place you could always return to without hesitation. The shore never asks the sea why it left, nor does it question whether the tide will return. It simply waits with quiet faith, welcoming every wave as though it were the first. That's the kind of husband I hope to become for you. No matter how busy life gets or how exhausting the days become, I want our home to feel like the shoreline after a long journey, the place where your heart can finally rest.

Life has a way of turning people into restless oceans. There will be seasons when you'll feel overwhelmed, when responsibilities become too heavy, when disappointments make your heart louder than your smile. On those days, I don't want to fix every storm, because I know some storms simply need to pass. Instead, I want to be the shore that quietly holds space for you. Bring me your fears, your tears, your silence, and even your anger. Let every crashing wave find its place with me. I promise I won't move away when the tides grow rough. I'll still be waiting when the sea becomes calm again.

You know what I admire most about rivers? They never rush toward the ocean. They simply keep flowing, trusting that every turn, every rock, every bend, and every delay is leading them exactly where they're meant to be. I often wonder if our lives are like that. Right now, you're flowing through your own journey while I'm making my way through mine. You've collected memories I'll hear about someday, and I've gathered stories I'll one day tell you. We've laughed with different people, cried for different reasons, celebrated different victories, and survived different disappointments. Yet despite beginning in completely different places, I like to believe that our rivers are quietly moving toward the same destination.

When those rivers finally meet, I don't want either of us to lose ourselves. I don't want your dreams to disappear into mine, nor mine into yours. I hope we become like two rivers that merge without forgetting where they came from, carrying both of our histories, our families, our scars, and our dreams into one beautiful journey. Love, to me, has never meant becoming less of yourself. It has always meant becoming more together.

Sometimes I picture us spending an evening by the sea after we're married. The sun is beginning to set, the breeze carries the scent of salt, and you're sitting beside me with your head resting gently on my shoulder. The wind keeps playing with your hair, blowing loose strands across your face until I quietly smile and reach into my bag for the small comb I've secretly carried because I know the sea breeze never lets your hair stay the way you left home. You'd probably laugh at me for thinking so far ahead, but I'd still sit behind you and slowly comb your hair, not because it needs fixing, but because even the simplest acts become beautiful when they're done with love.

When the wind grows stronger, I'd gently gather your hair into a loose braid, knowing that a few stubborn strands would escape within minutes. I'd pretend to fix them over and over again, simply because every excuse to be close to you would feel like a gift. You'd roll your eyes, smile that smile I've already imagined a thousand times, and quietly let me continue. I don't think I'd ever stop being grateful for the trust hidden inside those little moments.

I imagine us walking barefoot along the shoreline while the waves chase our feet. You'd probably stop every few steps to pick up seashells, insisting that each one is different and too beautiful to leave behind. I'd tease you for filling your pockets with them, but when you weren't looking, I'd secretly keep the prettiest shell you found. Years later, when our hair has turned grey and our grandchildren ask us how we fell in love, I'd take that little shell out of an old drawer and smile, remembering that an entire lifetime can begin with something as ordinary as a walk beside the sea.

Maybe one evening you'll wear a delicate silver anklet before we go out. As always, the tiny clasp will refuse to cooperate, so you'll hand it to me with a smile. I'll kneel in front of you, carefully fastening it around your ankle while pretending not to notice how lucky I feel in that quiet moment. Then we'll walk together beside the water, and every soft chime of your anklet will blend with the rhythm of the waves. I honestly don't think I'll ever know which sound I'd love more the sea's gentle music or the reminder that you're walking beside me.

People often think romance lives in grand surprises, expensive gifts, or dramatic declarations. I think romance is much quieter than that. It's brushing the sand from your feet before we get into the car. It's wrapping my jacket around your shoulders when the evening breeze turns cold. It's holding your slippers while you run laughing toward the waves. It's writing our names in the wet sand, fully aware that the next tide will wash them away, because love isn't about leaving marks for the world to remember. It's about creating moments that two hearts never forget.

One day, the tide will erase our footprints, the wind will carry away our laughter, and time will slowly change everything around us. But I hope one thing never changes. I hope that even after decades together, after countless ordinary mornings and difficult nights, after wrinkles replace youth and grey replaces black, whenever you look at me, you still feel what the shore feels every single time the ocean returns relief, peace, and the quiet certainty that you've finally come home.

Until the day our rivers finally meet and your waves find my shore, I'll keep becoming someone worthy of loving you. I'll keep growing into the man I hope you'll someday be proud to call your husband. Because maybe love was never about finding the ocean. Maybe it was always about becoming the shore that never grows tired of welcoming it home.

Until then, the sea and I will keep waiting for you.

With all my love,

Your hopeless romantic partner 23M

zindagi mein main kabhi apne aap se khush nahi hua, Jyada din thodi hue hain jis din se main ye jaanne lag gya ki aakhir zindagi mein khush reh bhi paunga ya nahi. Shayad apne aap se to bilkul nahi. Dheere dheere umeedein toot-ti hain aur turant nayi cheezein sabak bankar aa jati hain, seekh raha hoon, tum bhi? Mere liye khushi ka koi ek matalab nahi hain, coffee, kitaab, thoda bahot likhna aur ghoomna phirana, iske alava kya chahiye?

Pyar?

Barkhurdar, vo to apne hath mein nahi hain. Haan lekin pyar lene se behtar kisi ko pyar dena hota hain, kabhi bhi chhav mein khde rehne wale insaan ke baarein mein baatein nahi hoti hain, lekin jo ped chhav deta hain uske iraade bade hi paak hote hain, vo sirf dene ki ichha rakhta hain, badle mein vo chhav ya pyar nahi mangega, shayad maangega to vaqt se jyda kuch nahi. Tum bhi pyar mein waqt dena, pyar se jyda, bina ye soche ki raahgir kab tak theharne wala hain. Bichhde bhi to aise ki pyar usi chhav ki tarah hmesha rahen, aur aage aane wale insan ko bhi utni hi chhaya aur pyar de sako, theek usi tarah jaise basant aata hain har saal, har baar jane ke baad bhi, usi prem ke sath nibhata hain apna kirdar.

(I was around 17 years old when I wrote this) it's quite old.

I was seeing her lean physique seated on the steps of the door, she was gazing at the last gleams of the sunset with absolute silence on her face. The foul smell emanating from the street could not be tolerated even for a moment, the tattered garbs of girls were plonking on the filthy and splintered road and dense and profane rooms were making my soul completely nauseous, rooms that have no space except a alter where her body gets plundered everyday. It was a prostitute's street.

Her physique was as a diminutive village girl, she was sitting on step, her ripped-up blouse was not skilful to even cover a slight scrap of her breasts, the hair were swelling on the breast were clearly seeable. Some man-made bruises were also emanating on her body, her palms were very scaly and the face had become tarnished as a dehydrated cloud.

The nails of her hands and feet were misshapen and warped, but even in this pitiable condition, the eyes posted between her deep and thick eyelids were glistening like the ivory ray of the moon full or like a firefly situated on the top of a tree landed in her eyes.It's getting late now, the street started getting clamorous, rickshaw pullers and laborers were entering those suffocated rooms with more and more fervent feelings for prostitutes, each prostitute's face with a dense incapacity was equally visible, as usual the scars of force were about to grow on their body again tonight.

These helpless and defeated people will ferociously slaughter her body, clutching ones breast in their mouth and will start chomping it as a lump of meat. It is not unusual for them, many fuddled men take out anger and frustration on her, they might place their cigarette on her collar bone, to deprive and deteriorate her modesty, with words and touch. I was seeing her playing with a leaf and waiting for the something that she never wanted by heart, her work was a force or a situation that falls like a unbearable disease. I call it captivation or usurpation of her independence, smile and dignity. She gets ready, she wears new garbs, applies a new scent, not for her own life but to get plundered by a man.

But why is she suffering? She looks venerated as a goddess, why does she have to be lewd? The solemnity of a woman is more than our average heart. I find her more stronger than me or anyone else, society let's a rape victim realise that their dignity lies in their vagina and when they are being forced and raped their respect slips away like a wind, suddenly a victim turns out to be helpless and a burden for her own identity, that is absolutely notorious thing. Even in such a profession she never loses her identity, she serves herself and her flesh so wolves won't enter to knock the doors of sheeps who aren't even grown yet. Her heart is a symbol of resilience and sacrifice, where she knows nothing beyond being an object that calms down someone's lust.

Well i look very good, i had even got proposed indirectly by a girl, I'm very funny in a conversation and I can give my whole time to my partner

So wbu? What qualities do you think would help you get a partner for yourself?

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I mean grand gestures are all great. But do not be confused by the smokes and screens.

Yes love should sweep you off your feet. Every now and then you should absolutely surprise your partner with something nice and special.

But that's just a tool to impress.

Do not mistaken it for the soul's eternal bliss, Love.

Love requires you showing up daily even when it's dull or painful or unpleasant even.

I am honestly not trying to shit on these guys. I don't know them and I don't know their story.

But the way internet is going gaga over them is overreaction by any metric. These are maybe the early stages of love at best.

But to be actually a single co-joined soul is a beautiful beautiful feeling which cannot be obtained by these tricks.

I feel I was never enough to have you.

There are so much to say but the thought of disturbing you once again is whats stopping me .

I wanted to have someone like you.

To feel loved by you.

Though it's childish,

Though somewhat impossible.

But I still wished and tried.

It was my mistake to expect even though I said I am not expecting.

It was my delusion to see even though I know the truth .

I don't know what this feeling is but maybe you were a sort of a gem for me which I want to possess maybe thats what took you away from me.

Because I didn't had the love to give.

I tried to give it a chance ,to clear it out.

But seeing your no role I felt that I should stop doing it.

Sometimes I wonder and

Don't understand what happened and why it did.

But I think I am ready to let it go.

The problem was never you

But it was me .

Thank you for helping me figuring it out.

Thank you for being a person I thought about.

I wish we never meet again because it will be difficult for me to again let you go.

I wish that wherever you live you always shine and smile.

A part of me will miss you don't know for how much time , but it will do .

If I stay I lose myself, if I leave then I lose you, but if I wait it will never be me, if I leave, it will never be you. So what should I do? Should I make a left when there’s nothing right? Or should I make a right when there’s nothing left?

Just read these lines somewhere and they have been lingering in my mind ever since…Just letting it out here!!

I admire that after a certain point every labour and action falls under the trap of void and tranquility. Love returns to dust and it's footprints attain oblivion as if now it is free from the cycle of happening and ending. Oblivion is inevitable, like the last leaf which falls from a tree, but every time spring bounces back, not the same leaf but the same vibration and enchantment surrounds the tree again, same thing happens in love. I believe the day I will fall in love I will start turning my head back more often to see whether someone called my name, I will swill the letterbox with my handkerchief while breathing the awaiting of your letters through my nostrils. Love isn't something that shakes us, but it changes our pattern of habits and choices, silly things start making a sweet noise in our brain, as a lyric of a song. Love and life coexist, in love life becomes like a passive emotion which decides our steps towards life. Murakami says love grows like a plant, but I think, it grows like the newly raised hair that slips on your ears every time you smile and look away from my eyes.

I'll turn 21 on this 19th of july and idk how to say this but there are days where I long for someone but at the same time since I stay busy all the time idk if getting into a relationship is really a good option but I do feel lonely maybe mujhe ek chatpate aadmi ki zarurat h 🥀😮‍💨🫶 but ugh idk... Maybe I'm really not lucky enough or idk but I hope to collide with someone aise hi chalte chalte and then bus life hi change ho jaye

To my future wife,

I don't know who you are yet.

Maybe we've never met, or maybe we've already crossed paths without realizing that years later we'd end up building a life together. I don't know your name, what your voice sounds like, what your favourite colour is, or what kind of childhood you had. I don't know what makes you laugh until your stomach hurts or what silently keeps you awake at night. Right now you're just a stranger living your own life somewhere in this world, completely unaware that there's a man who already thinks about you more often than you'd probably believe.

Sometimes I wonder what you're doing at this very moment. Maybe you're working towards your dreams, spending time with your family, laughing with your friends, watching your favourite comfort movie for the hundredth time, or maybe life has been difficult lately and you're quietly hoping that one day things will get better. If that's the case, I wish I could tell you that one day you won't have to carry every burden alone anymore.

I'm not writing this because I need someone to complete me. I want to become a man who can stand on his own feet first. But I won't lie... the thought of sharing my life with you is one of the most beautiful dreams I've ever had.

I'm 23M and I've never been in a relationship. I've never experienced what it's like to wait excitedly for a text from one special person. I've never held someone's hand while walking without a destination. I've never had someone fall asleep on my shoulder after a long day or heard someone call me just because they wanted to hear my voice. Maybe that's why those moments feel so precious to me. They're ordinary to some people, but to me they feel like the kind of memories that stay with you forever.

I often imagine what it would be like if we were each other's first real love. Not because I think first relationships are somehow more valuable than others, but because there's something incredibly intimate about two people discovering love together. We'd both make mistakes. We'd both overthink everything. We'd probably be awkward during our first date, wonder if we texted too much after reaching home, and laugh years later about how nervous we were. We'd learn together that love isn't about always saying the right thing; it's about staying even after saying the wrong one.

I can't wait to know you not just the version of you that everyone sees, but the one you keep hidden from the world. I want to know your favourite songs, the snacks you always reach for, the stories you've told a hundred times but still get excited to tell again, the dreams you haven't shared with anyone because you're afraid they'll sound silly, the insecurities you try to hide behind your smile, and the little habits you don't even realize you have. I want to learn all of it because every little detail about you will matter to me simply because it's yours.

More than anything, I hope you never feel like you have to pretend around me. I hope our home becomes the one place where you can finally let your guard down. I want you to laugh as loudly as you want without worrying who's listening. Cry without apologizing for your tears. Tell me the same story ten times if it makes you happy. Wake me up in the middle of the night because something is bothering you. Sit beside me in complete silence when you don't have the energy to talk. I don't just want the easy parts of you. I want all of you.

I dream about the smallest moments more than the grand ones. I dream about making tea together on lazy Sunday mornings, arguing over whose playlist should play during long drives, stopping at random roadside chai stalls because neither of us wants the evening to end, lying on the terrace counting stars we'll never actually finish counting, grocery shopping and somehow turning it into a date, dancing terribly in the kitchen while dinner gets cold, and growing old enough that these ordinary moments become the stories we tell our grandchildren.

There will be difficult days too. There will be moments when life feels unfair, when work becomes exhausting, when we disagree, when one of us feels lost. I know we won't have a perfect marriage because perfect marriages don't exist. But I hope we always remember that it's never you versus me. It's us versus the problem. I hope we choose understanding before ego, conversations before silence, forgiveness before resentment, and holding hands before walking away.

I want to become the first person you think of whenever something wonderful happens because you can't wait to tell me. I want to become the person you run to when life breaks your heart because you know my arms will always feel like home. Not because I'll always have the right answers, but because I'll never let you face your battles alone. If the world is too heavy for you one day, then let me carry part of that weight. That's what partners are meant to do.

I won't promise you a life without tears. I can't promise that we'll never struggle financially or that every dream we have will come true. But I can promise that you will never have to question whether you're loved. I'll remind you in a thousand quiet ways. By remembering how you like your coffee. By noticing when your smile doesn't quite reach your eyes. By making sure you reach home safely. By giving you my hoodie when you're cold even if I'm freezing. By holding your hand for absolutely no reason other than wanting to feel close to you. By kissing your forehead when you've had a long day. By choosing you, not just once on our wedding day, but every single day after that.

People often say that love is about butterflies, excitement, and grand romantic gestures. I think love is much quieter than that. I think love is peace. It's looking at one person after a difficult day and feeling like you've finally come home. It's knowing that no matter what happens outside those walls, the two of you will face it together.

Wherever you are, I hope you're taking care of yourself. I hope you're eating on time, sleeping enough, chasing your dreams, and believing that you're worthy of a love that feels safe, patient, and unwavering. I hope life is shaping you gently, just as it's shaping me into the husband I hope you'll be proud to call yours.

Until the day we finally meet, I'll keep working on myself, becoming a little kinder, a little stronger, a little more patient, so that when fate finally introduces us, I won't just be searching for the woman of my dreams. I will already be trying my best to become the man of yours.

I'll see you when the timing is right.

Until then...

Take care of your heart.

One day, it'll be my favourite place to call home.

With all the love that time hasn't allowed me to give you yet,

Your future husband. ❤️

Why is it like both the genders are so inclined to cheating their love, all just for validation? Why is it happening and with what mentality they choose to do this

PS- I was in a complete online thing but same city, she used me as an option (I had no one to love and all and she was all for me) and now being single not able to find that romantic intimacy is getting me very crazy