r/hopelessromantic

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

Hi love, I miss you. I miss you in ways I can only describe in my mind. You are so wonderful and sweet. Your eyes that shine like emeralds, cheeks full of blush and warmth, the ears with mesmerizing gold, lips so beautiful that I could kiss forever. I miss our times where we could talk forever with no track of time, and how addicting it was to look at you and not even blink. I bet we lost a bit of that. But I still yearn for a day to see you again in that dress and glistens with gold. I love you. I always am the weirdo for you, and always be there when you need me. I hope the distance doesn’t ruin us.

Please tell me what you guys think

Beautiful Creature, Impressed are you? In being greatly honest, I almost gave in last Friday and disconnected my heart from each of its valves to place it in a box to store it away into the catacombs of the forgotten. Don’t think of me as being overly poetically dramatic. Things were really building up and were getting the best of my emotions. I could not help but let my emotions take over me for the moment I was feeling them.

As strong as I look and portray myself to be; Yes, I do cry heavenly. I felt the strong urge and needed to. I felt a little better after I cried and fell asleep. It has been said that crying is healthy. I’m a person that can usually hold back my tears. But, I think because I am getting more wiser; my emotions have gotten stronger. I even cry when watching certain movies, television shows, and listening to music that’s overly emotionally dramatic that I can’t help the feeling…

Do you cry like I cry?

I could be wrong, but I screened shot a photo profile of another person’s face that looked identical to your’s only difference… is this person put’s their war paint on. I’ve taken notice that you don’t wear any war paint. And that’s fine with me. I love your face. Don’t be bashful to show it off. I look at that picture on the day’s that I don’t see you. Although, I do see you when I look at that picture. It helps me coupe a little. Bear with me that I do feel and hurt.

I just look back and think that if we had kept going like the way we were going before when we only knew that we secretly had feelings for each other. I just wonder from your perspective if you would have continued to talk me face to face? You had distanced your self for a bit completely almost hiding from me. You thought that you were being too up front with the way you felt in my presence. You didn’t want to lose the communication we had progressed to have as well not losing my presence, either.

But now, I hope that we will try to work on talking to each other face to face, again.

I’m actually proud of myself for initiating that I have feelings for you. I am happy that I communicated back with the few small gestures that I gave to you in order to acknowledge your subtle hinted gestures. Really…No time could be better for us. Acting on what we feel is perfect instead of going silent and standing still for all the wrong reasons.

I’d rather that we both be on an understanding that we have LOVE for each other than the thought being “Lost in Space.” To Be Continued… -DK

Ever since I have met you D, you always been kind and earnest. Sometimes too much that I’ll confuse it for attraction. I think of you often, trying to replay events and wanting to change some conversations to make myself seem better than what I am.

Since the party I haven’t been the same. I now associate you with the night sky, looking at the stars-eyed boy with blue undertones. A true art in front of my own eyes.

I look towards you and the world seems to stop. I describe others as light but with you, you are more than that. You are the stillness as the cold air and beautiful as Van Gogh paintings.

I wish I can paint you and claim you as mine. But how can I measure up to as darling as you, my Starry Night. I hope one day our future would align, for I have romanticized you into my mind.

D, if you ever read this then I’m sorry for ever putting you next to my painter self. But truly I was starstruck by your eyes, and it seems that you were too. I hope to keep stillness of your calming nights and your honest of life.

Sending with love and colors -J

A kiss is just a kiss until you find the one you love.🥰❤‍🩹❤‍🔥💖

What was the thing they said that made you look at them differently? What made you fall for them? What made you know they cared?

Did not think I was in love with you when you were there with me where I can see you, touch you, and feel you. But, 16 years after those times, not a day goes by that I don’t think of you at least once, not a day went by in those years that I did not recall how you made me feel. I was the happiest with you, most enamored with you, you were different, you allowed me to break the ice of rigidity. I was a different person with, one I loved!. Your smiles brought the most genuine heart felt joy to my life when I needed it the most. You were reckless at times, you were unpredictable often, but despite my accumulated wisdom, caution, and discipline , I knowingly wanted to be back to you despite the pain and consequence waiting. For someone I did not think I can allow myself to follow in love with, you have penetrated every fiber of my being and have taken permanent residence in my soul. Some people have the fortune of plenty love, happiness, and choices as it relates to matters of heart, Not me! You were the one I allowed beyond the heavily guarded and fortified walls, you are the one I cannot forget, you are the one that I broke all my rules for. I have thought of you at night, dawn, dusk, winter, summer and everything in between. I have carried you with me across the globe in good and bad times. I know you continue to share my feeling after all these years. Distance keeps you away from me, but as a man who has always truly, honestly, and devotedly, loved you, my singular wish is for you to be happy and successful in all aspects of life. When you need it, I will be here waiting for you like a bright beacon in stormy sea guiding you to shelter and protecting you from all harm. Love you now, tomorrow, and till the last breath I take.

Maybe you just fall in love with people who are bad at making good choices.
Maybe you can let go of the thought that you are not worth choosing.
Maybe take it as a sign that you are a good choice.
Maybe, just maybe, give yourself some room to breathe.
Maybe, just maybe, make the choice to hold the part of you that got dropped gently. As gentle as you would hold the love that slipped away without warning.
Maybe, just maybe, that part of you needs that care now and not some criticism on how you’ll never be good enough.
You are good enough.

I have to take a moment to wrap myself up in the final strands of hope that remain between us. You see, there’s so many things I never got the chance to say, and I don’t want to miss the opportunity. I need to know I laid it all out there for you to see.

You see, I never held you in my arms, but I thought about it often. I wondered what it would be like- where you would choose to lay your head, what your shampoo would smell like, and how your breathing sounds when you drift off to sleep. I imagine your head rising and falling on my chest, your hands draped across me. Sometimes I’m the big spoon, wrapped up in my arms like I’m your safety blanket. Your body fits against mine like it was meant to be there. My skin feels like it’s home against yours like the rest of me feels against you.

I dreamt about being there every day, sharing responsibilities, living the day-to-day grind. As much fun as it is to dream about travelling the world, going to concerts, and enjoying date nights, I want to be your rock. Update me over the course of the day. Send me things you find funny, or interesting, or sad. You always find things that make me feel, make me think, make me feel alive. When the day goes wrong, I’ll hold you close, or take the reins, or get you away from it all. I’ll carry the load, or solve the problem, or just be there while you cry. Not every day will treat you well, or us well, and sometimes we’ll be at odds, but only as long as necessary.

On the good days, the best days, we will live. We’ll find art out there in the world to consume in every medium. We’ll find adventures, big and small, and experience the world together, share in its beauty, seek to enjoy everything we can. And baby, we’ll eat anything our hearts desire. I’ll cook for you, you’ll bake for me, and we’ll do those things together. I know you’ll teach me so much, and I’ll do my best to do the same. And we can both dance terribly.

I often find myself wondering what holidays would be like. From birthdays, to Easter, to Thanksgiving. But more than anything, I’d melt watching you at Christmas. I know what it means to you, and the joy that comes with it. Big bows on the Christmas Tree. Delicious cookies, hand-decorated. I imagine you opening the gifts I’d carefully thought about and smuggled in over the course of months. It’s the thought that counts, but I know how much you like it when someone puts in the effort to show how much they care.

The truth is, I can’t see anything else when I think about you. You came into my life and turned the whole damn thing upside down. How could I look at you and want anything less than everything? And I will wait for it. Hell, I’m waiting right now. And I’ll wait ages more if that’s what it takes. As long as you want me, as long as you’ll have me, I’ll be here, enchanted by you, soaking you up, taking you in, just feeling lucky to know you.

You are the moon, the sun, and the stars. You are everything exactly as you are. I hoped one day that I’d find you, know you, love you. Be loved back. So while you’re still mine, whatever part of you is, I just want there to be no doubt that you’ve taken me completely for yourself.

I’m home, even if only for a few more hours.

Hey i am 21F and i never had a boyfriend nor male best friend nothing no male interaction.

So next year I'll get a job and become financially independent after that at the age of 25 my parents will look for a good arranged marriage for me. My parents were literally the opposite of each other that's why it was really difficult for me and my elder brother to survive in that environment. He is not in a good mental health State but he is trying but my father stopped talking to him because he is unemployed. But since he is 25 now she said that she doesn't want me to get a job before him as he is my brother and he will feel bad. And my heart broke.

So let me give you a back story my mum had a miscarriage before my brother so she was very overprotective towards him in a very unhealthy way. I was not a pampered kid i figured out things on my own. When I was a kid people used to call me that I am so mature but now I feel like I have to take therapy for being like that my mum always taught me to not have expectations from anyone from a very young age so now I don't ask for help i don't expect anything from anyone.

She is a very strong woman and she used to be very happy and funny.

Because of very bad situation of our family now I see a women who is tired of everything.

She kept the angry for the father for so long inside her that she turned into him slowly.

What my real mom was that has experienced by my brother only when it was my time she was different.

I am asked to behave properly not to have any relationships i should know how to cook ,clean and all the stuff because I have to somebody else house.

I am now tired of all this because how can I trust someone now to marry. It's so depressing for me she has controlled my entire life like at this point I have no opinion on clothes, the things I like i don't know anything i don't have any personality.

I know deep down she is not like that but she became like this because of the situations.

What’s your oddly romantic thing? 👀

While being content and happy with myself

I was thrown in front of a girl

most fascinating being I ever saw

A real goddess in my eyes

I was head over heels and floating over feels

I can't talk enough about her eyes; my goodness!

She has the most beautiful pair of eyes.....

I did not tell her my love vocally

but if looks have a language

any mere idiot in that room will know

that I'm stupidly, entirely in love with her

I grew impatient within me to win her attention

childlike stubborness to make her notice my existence.

I kept looking at her shamelessly and in restless anticipation, For her to return the look

She must have sensed my growing impatience

and returned a look at me, a mere plain glance from her

but sweetest of all imaginable looks to me

and what did I do,

but shamelessly fall in love with her yet again!

I’m not over you

Every time i read this quote, tears automatically start to fall from my eyes!! Lolll😭😭

For a while now I’ve been writing letters every week or two. They’re addressed to my future partner, like I’m talking straight to her even though I haven’t met her yet. Each one is just about what’s going on in my life at that time, what I’m thinking about, my hopes, my goals, stuff like that. Basically what I’d want her to know if she’d been there with me this whole time.

I write them on flashcards and put the date on each one. I’m at around 200 of them now.

So my question for women here is simple. If a guy gave you a stack like this to read one day, would that mean something to you? Or would it feel like too much instead of sweet? Just trying to figure out if this is actually a nice thing to keep doing or if I’m overthinking it.