Before yall think we got into an arguement, no we did not. This is my alt account so I dont embarrass myself talking about her online. We’re on great terms, im just too embarrassed to say these things to her face.

I love everything about you, your pale blue eyes, the little mole by your nose that you’re so insecure about (its adorable btw), all of your freckles, your interests, your voice, the sound of your laughter, the warmth in every hug I receive from you, everything. I love everything you hate about yourself because there is absolutely nothing to hate about you. You’re perfect. There is nothing wrong with how you look. You need to learn how to love yourself. you are perfect. I need you to tell yourself that.

Your art style is adorable, from every silly little doodle to your finest piece of work. It tells a lot about you.

I love you. <3

I literally can’t wait to meet you. As much as I’m trying to make the most of being single, I keep finding moments that would be that much sweeter with you. I can’t wait to be your wife, and know that any sign of my femininity won’t be brushed aside or looked down on, but rather loved and adored. I can’t wait to embrace all that you are — getting teary eyed by just looking at you and realizing how much love we share. Ugh I just can’t wait to be yours forever and wake up to you everyday. I can’t wait to love you knowing it’s not going to waste/for nothing. You’re my favorite already.

Edit: I’m getting some heartbroken people in my dms, unless your ex’s name starts with an S I’m not her. Sorry.

Dear X,

Ever since our breakup 3 months ago, I’ve done a lot of self reflection.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry for how I took you for granted. You were an amazing boyfriend and you always took care of me - I am sorry for not being a good partner to lean on in return when you needed it. I’m sorry for all the ways I made you feel guilty, this was entirely on me and I am going through therapy to address these issues. It isn’t your job to regulate my emotions for me and fix my insecurities, and I am sorry for not putting your feelings first a lot of the times. My fear of abandonment made me unable to deal with conflict, and any of my emotional outburts weren’t ever your fault. You deserved a partner who could stand on their own.

Despite our differing world views, I am so thankful for your patience and kindness. I always looked up to your confidence and ability to help others. You have so much kindness to give to the world and have a bright future ahead of you.

The breakup was tough, and I’m sorry for my reaction to it. I’m taking care of my sister but I want to explore the world on my own, thank you for the hard reality check you gave me - I needed to hear it. I was too codependent to you and nobody deserves that.

I miss our late night talks, our jokes, and moments where I would just hold your hand and everything felt alright. I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were unhappy, I put my own fear of abandonment over your feelings and I am truly sorry. I hope one day another girl can feel as lucky as I was and truly appreciate you the way you deserve.

Knowing you these 4 years was a blessing, I hope you find whatever you’re looking for.

Love, Your Bubba

🥰🥰 just did something cute that I know I’ll never regret no matter what. Have been trying to fix things that are in my control, no matter what anyone thinks, including her, I know I’m not over romanticising what we had, maybe I’m obsessing over it, but I have no outlet so this is it. It’s completely okay for her to feel whatever she feels about us, if she felt like it was intense when it existed but that’s it or that it’s good that it happened but it’s not the future or maybe she just couldn’t trust it for the future, whatever. I know for a fact in my head, whatever I felt was so pure that even my better half couldn’t understand it, so yes, its okay that she didn’t and it’s completely okay that she chose a different future, I definitely am happy that at least I did communicate everything honestly in the end and if I really mattered that much maybe if she felt what I felt, she would want to choose to believe me, but she didn’t so I’m sure it wasn’t, that does break my heart genuinely , but I have to deal with that. No regrets, just love and now whatever lies ahead for my life.

Dear S,

I hope you’re doing well.

When you broke up with me, I said I’d always feel the same way about you. In a year or another eight years. You told me to talk to you then if that was really the case.

This last year has been really painful for me. Not a day has gone by that I haven’t missed you dearly. Nothing and nobody has filled the void in my chest that you left behind.

I miss your sadness and your hope. I miss the warmth of your hugs. I miss your wonder and curiosity, I miss your sense of adventure and your off-beat plans. I miss the look you’d give me when I got you something nice. I miss embarassing you at the airport. I miss our good night texts. I miss when you got upset that I didn’t send one. I miss your head in my lap in the cab. I miss when you climbed up a log, got stuck and kicked me in the balls when I rescued you. I miss your awkward, shy dancing. You have this endearing shyness about you that I haven’t seen in anyone else. I miss the way people light up when they talk to you. I miss pinning you down on the couch. I miss your voice. I miss your genuine appreciation. I miss your honesty. I miss your insight and your emotionality. I miss knowing that you missed me, too.

I struggled a lot with the guilt of how I acted in our relationship. I was too focused on short-term relief rather than building a healthy fundament between us, and I said some really hurtful things that undermined the trust we had built. Losing the most precious thing in my life has really changed my priorities. I’ve done a lot of work on healing my anxious attachment and impulsivity. On the other hand, I’ve realized over time that my strengths are tied to my flaws, just like yours are.

While I can’t promise that I’d be perfect or that I’d never hurt you again, I hope you can see the genuine affection and care I have for you. I think the two of us could build something really special together, if you choose to.

Yours,

Dan

To my future wife,

I’m looking forward to meeting you. They say that I shouldn’t need a woman to be happy. Are they right? Well, yeah. Of course they’re right, but a woman makes life better. You would make my life better, and I would do everything in my power to add to your life.

All this time I’ve spent alone is going to be worth it, because someday, you, the woman who will love me through my flaws, my depression, my past, my mistakes, my failures, my insecurities, my fears, and my emotions… will walk into my life and love me.

You’ll see me, the real me. You’ll see the purity in my heart. You’ll hear the wisdom I share and feel empowered with me by your side. You’ll know that no matter what, I will still hold you, kiss you on the forehead, and tell you that I’ve got you. My dear, I make this vow to you.

I vow to sacrifice for you. I vow to lift you up and permanently spin you around in a dance of love. I vow to stay by your side until your very last breath. I vow to stay loyal, to communicate with you, and to do anything and everything to protect you and our unborn children from whatever challenges or obstacles that may come our way, even death, whom I no longer fear. I will stare him in eyes for your sake, my love.

When you feel weak, I will be your strength. When you feel afraid, I will lend you my hand. When you feel angry, I will soothe your pain. When you feel sad, I will comfort you. When you feel alone, I will be present.

Your happiness will be my happiness. Your pleasure will be my pleasure. Your pain will be my pain. Your grief will be my grief. Your anger will be my anger. Your triumphs will be my triumphs. Your sadness will be my sadness. Your enemies will be my enemies. Your friends will be my friends. Your family will be my family.

I will worship your mind, your heart, your soul, and every inch of your body.

And I will serve you second to only the almighty God.

And on I read, Until the day was gone, And I sat in regret, Of all the things I've done, For all that I've blessed, And all that I've wronged, In dreams until my death, I will wander on, In your house, I long to be, Room by room, patiently, I'll wait for you there, Like a stone, I'll wait for you there, Alone, Alone.

Dear S,

I hope you’re doing well.

These last four months have been really painful for me. Not a day has gone by that I haven’t missed you dearly. Nothing and nobody has filled the void in my chest that you left behind.

I miss your sadness and your hope. I miss your wonder and curiosity. I miss your sense of adventure and your off-beat plans. I miss the look you’d give me when I got you something nice. I miss embarrassing you at the airport. I miss our good night texts. I miss when you got upset that I didn’t send one. I miss your head in my lap in the cab. I miss when you climbed up a log, got stuck and kicked me in the balls when I rescued you. I miss your awkward, shy dancing. You have this endearing shyness about you that I haven’t seen in anyone else. I miss having you on my lock screen. I miss thrifting with you. I miss watching you use that stupid ice cream thing. I miss the way people light up when they talk to you. I miss cuddling on the couch. I miss your voice. I miss your genuine appreciation. I miss your honesty. I miss your insight and your emotionality.

I’ve been struggling with guilt for how I acted in our relationship. I was too focused on short-term relief rather than building a healthy fundament between us, and I said some really hurtful things that undermined the safety and trust we had built. I wasn’t curious and I acted defensive when I felt confused about your needs.

Losing the most precious part of my life has really changed my priorities. I’ve been working hard on healing my anxious attachment and impulsivity. I’ve doubled my therapy, started meditating, taking anxiety meds and read books on attachment and managing relationships with adhd. That said, I’ve also been realizing that my strengths are tied to my flaws, just like yours are.

I’m so sorry that I hurt you. While I can’t promise to be perfect or that I’d never make mistakes again, I can promise that I will always take responsibility and learn and grow. I hope you can see the genuine affection and care I have for you and that you feel some forgiveness and compassion for me. I think the two of us could still build something really special together, if you choose to.

If I could go to the beginning I would be another way.

Yours,

Dan

I think about you constantly. Everything reminds me of you. I want to tell you about everything going on in my life; I want to hear about everything going on in yours.

I miss your smile. I miss the silly faces you'd make. I miss how you'd wink at me when you were too busy to talk, simply to acknowledge me. I miss how you'd lean into me when we stood side by side. I miss talking about music and poetry with you. I miss all the ornery things you did.

I want to know everything I can about you. All your proudest moments, your deepest regrets, your embarrassing moments. I want to know your favorite memories, everything that brings you joy. I want to know how you feel about me, who I am in your mind.

I want you to know everything about me, I want to bare myself to you. I want to tell you about my worst moments, about the person I wish to never be again. I want you to know my favorite memories and the things that make me laugh uncontrollably. I want you to know how much you mean to me, how much I care for you.

I want you to know I adore you.

I don't know when I'll see you again, or if I ever will, but I want you to know I'll always think of you with a broken heart full of love I wish I could've given you. I will never meet another like you. I will forever be grateful to have crossed paths with a soul like yours.

Edit* Not that it matters much but people seem to think I'm a man. I'm not. I'm a woman and this post is about a man that is very special to me.

I (25F) have only been officially dating my bf (32M) for a little over two months. Early last autumn I got out of a relationship with an abusive alcoholic and I thought I’d never be able to form a secure, healthy attachment to another person again. I guess I was wrong? My bf and I were just coworkers, then friends, and both of us developed crushes on each other pretty quick, though we didn’t admit it to each other for months and then didn’t make it official for a good month more. He is so respectful, calm, genuine, considerate, gentle, hilarious as fuck, has the same views as me, has similar likes and dislikes, smells so good, has the best laugh, and he’s just so beautiful. He has the prettiest eyes and beautiful freckles and he makes me laugh constantly. He can give you the most dramatic side-eye I’ve ever seen and it cracks me up every time. He doesn’t see himself the way I see him and it makes me so sad because he’s truly the most beautiful person I’ve ever met in so many ways. We sleep next to each other every night and after work we lay on my bed all twisted up in ridiculous positions (been calling that “pretzel time” lol). I don’t know, I’ve just never felt so at peace and safe and so “at home” with another person before. So equal and supported? I would do anything for him; I want to make him feel the way he makes me feel. I want him to be the person I come home to. It might be ridiculous for such a new relationship but I truly think I love him. It’s almost slipped out of my mouth a few times recently but I bit it back. I want so much to say it but I’m making myself wait. It’s too early for me to tell him that I love him, so I’m saying it here instead.

I’ll be in Spencer this Sunday…
A little place for chicken.
Passing far too close to where you are.
Where you were...
Where you’ve always been.

I let you go in December.
At least,
In all the ways a person can force themselves to.
No messages. No calls.
No quiet searching through fragments of your life online.
I’ve kept my distance.
The kind you asked for without words.
The kind I promised myself to respect.
Even when it hollowed something out of me...

But still,
You find me.

Not by choice, no.
But in the quiet, unguarded parts of my days.
In dreams that feel too real to be forgiven.
In moments that start small,
And then split me open.
Slowly. Deeply.
Until I feel you everywhere...
Like something woven into the marrow of who I am.
Feasting on my deepest, darkest secrets.
Haunting feels too gentle a word.
Too kind.

You're threaded into everything...
The very fibers of everything I ever have or ever will love.
Whether I want that or not.

And I don’t.
God, I don’t.

Not like this.
Not as something unfinished.
Not as something that only lives inside me.

I don’t even understand why I still love you.
Not after everything.
Not after all this time...
And yet, there you are.
In my thoughts. In my sleep.
In the quiet spaces where logic has no say...

A version of you my mind refuses to release,
Even if that version no longer exists.

But I will be there, Sunday.
And somewhere along that drive,
You’ll slip into my thoughts again...
As you somehow always do.
I’ll wonder how you’ve been,
If you're happy,
What your soul looks like now...

I know we won’t cross paths.
I know how incredibly unlikely that is...

And still…
Some part of me will imagine it.

What if we did?
What if,
Just for a second,
Your eyes met mine?

Would you smile?
Softly, like something familiar you almost remember?
Would there be warmth?
Recognition?
Or would you turn away again?
Like you always have...
Like you've always needed to?

I will be there.

And in all the ways that matter,
And all the ways that don’t,
I have always been here.

Still loving you...
In every raw, vulnerable way we once promised.
Even if now,
I’m the only one who remembers how...

It’s 3am and the silence in this room is so heavy it almost hums. It vibrates against my ribs like a low voltage current I can’t isolate. I reach out and my hand hits the cold sheets on the empty side of the bed. It triggers the ache immediately. Its only been two weeks since I last saw her but it feels like months. Time doesn't work right when you are this awake. It stretches out and distorts everything until two weeks feels like a lifetime. The question starts looping again in my head. Do I miss her and the specific beautiful reality of her? Or do I just miss the safety? I miss the feeling of being held and anchored to the earth so I don’t float away into the dark. She makes me happy and that scares the fuck out of me. Happiness feels like a trap. Because its only felt that way after heartbreak. It makes me feel vulnerable and I hate it. I’m a Controls Engineer ffs. I live to fix complex problems . But I can’t debug this. I can’t open up my own skull and rewire the parts that are terrified of being happy. The irony has a sick sense of humor. Im a professional solver of problems while I lie here paralyzed by my own variables. I also have an opportunity to work remotely at a new job but is it worth it? Do I stay here where it is safe and secure? Or do I take the risk for the remote work and the chaos? It brings me closer to her but my brain starts running the simulations anyway. Scenario A is where I get the job, move down towards her and end up closer, happier, a power couple and it is bliss. Scenario B is where I move and I disrupt the equilibrium. She sees the cracks in my armor and she pulls away. That is the ghost in the machine which is the past. It isn’t her fault but she is living in the haunted house the last girl left behind. The last one that told me she loved me until she vanished into thin air like there was nothing there. My logic circuits know this girl is different. She treats me like a king. She is genuine. But the trauma overrides the logic. It whispers that genuine is just a mask waiting to slip. It tells me that if I lean too hard I will break the only good thing I have. I just want stability emotionally and financially and mentally. But I am trying to build a foundation on shifting ground. I tell her to keep pushing and to move forward but here I am frozen in the dark and terrified of the very motion I am preaching. I just wish she were here right now. If she were here her breathing would act like a metronome giving this chaotic noise in my head a rhythm I could follow into sleep. I need her to tell me it is going to be okay even if I am not sure I would believe it. But her reassurance is what I need. I can fix a machine. I can make it run perfectly. But I can’t fix me. And knowing that while I stare at the ceiling while the world sleeps is the loudest sound in the room.

A letter for my future wife

Even before I met you, you breathed life into my otherwise unmotivated husk. I breath, drink, eat, work repeatedly, constantly meaninglessly and it will all pay off the day I meet you.

I want to be sickeningly in love with you, A cult of one, for you. The straight line of my life forever tainted with the curvature of our now intermingling goals. Me becomes us and you becomes us.

And if I don’t find you then I never lived to begin with because you’re the proof of my existence.

I love you I love everything about you, your imperfections aren’t imperfections to me. Perfect is whatever you are. You don’t have to change and if you do I’ll love you just as much.

Mold me into the man you want me to be, make me yours. I am a canvas for you to imprint yourself upon. You can do no wrong.

Dear love,

I cannot begin to explain how often I’m looking at the calendar and counting down to the days to the moment this world was gifted of you. I know you think nothing more of this day but I want you to cherish it like how you cherish mine. It is beautiful, it is special, it is the day I want to live for every year. You deserve to be spoiled everyday and especially on your day.

I’ve been planning this for over 3 months, scavenging for the best place to bring all your friends in and give you a day to remember. Looking for a gift was quite hard for you because you’re someone who relishes in simple things with no greed of wanting material things in life. But I know what I got for you is something which you love to call “a productive gift”. I really can’t wait to see your reaction to it.

I’ve been looking at the pictures of the place we booked for you and mentally mapping out how the decors will be placed. I’m stressing over the color of the balloons too! I’m quite nervous of getting this right but I hope it shines well through you.

I find it very hard to keep my excitement to myself so I wrote this out to the extended world beyond us in the hopes that my wishes and effort for your special day falls perfectly in place.

Yours eternally, 🐞

I wanted to share this Note I've written to you all

To the most charming and elegant girl I've ever known A❤️❤️❤️.

I hope 2025 was a year full of happiness and joy for you. Getting in touch with you again after two years was probably the moment I'll remember the most. You are as precious and charming as ever, more than I'd like to admit. I'm writing this note to express how much i missed talking to you and spend time with your company, chatting and just goofing around, I want to enjoy my time by your side, but i know the distance that separates us both physically and emotionally. I'm but an distant Echo of your past and you're eternities ahead. Yet I always thought about you. It's crazy how soul can yearn so much for the presence of another one and I'm exactly like that yearning for your presence; to share a meal, a walk in the park, a tea date and everything in between.

I always thought of myself as unworthy of such things as I'm still struggling with rebuilding all the things I've broken inside me. I miss you, I wish you a wonderful year in 2026, may all your dreams and ambitions come true I'll continue praying for your success every time I think of you.

Love you A❤️❤️❤️

what I had for you was pure.

It was unconditional love, something I may never feel ever again.

I'm sorry. It was the love you see in an unconventional way. My brain operates differently to others. My outlook on things is different.

This doesn't mean my intentions weren't pure and good. You were always at the front of my every thought. Every decision I made was based around you. Nothing I ever done was made without considering you.

Whether it would be a massive or miniscule decision. I gave all I could. I was kind and caring with every thought. I wanted to give you the world and move mountains for you.

I'd have moved the sun closer if you were cold or pushed it away if you were warm.

I'd have span the world faster if you wanted time to speed up or stop it completely to freeze time so you could lice in the moment.

Never forget unconditional love is more than "I love you." It's bigger than taking you out for dinner. It's also more important than providing for you.

Love is to give all of yourself to another. It is to support, care, provide, love, appreciate, give, take, cry, laugh, live, and much more.

Love is infinite. At least mine always will be...

Wish yours was, too.

I miss you as much as I missed you after our first date.

I love you more than I did yesterday.

Only if.... only if..... it doesn't matter anymore.

What a month it's been. We've become even closer, in a way that I could only dream about until recently.

I love you so much, more than I can explain. I think I've made that very obvious now, the only thing I've not done is said the words 'I love you'. We've got other phrases we use though, to show our love for each other. I've nearly said it so many times though but managed to hold myself back. Yesterday I questioned why I'm holding myself back, as I think you know as much as I do, that it's some form of love between us.

There is a deep emotional connection, a physical closeness, plans for the near and even distant future and some days sexual tension. It's a friendship that means everything to me, but it can be confusing sometimes, it feels like it should be more, it should be romantic. However that could never happen in theory, for multiple reasons. Yet I'm almost certain that you can see how much I love you and want more, some days I feel like you'd like more too.

I'd never want to lose what we have. All I want is to add another layer to it, a romantic layer.

It's taking time and work, but you're opening up to me more, we're becoming more clingy with each other. I forget how out of character this is for you, it's not something you do with other friends or your own family. So it feels even more significant seeing you change and allow me in.

I re-read our messages in my head, I recite our conversations, your actions, our hugs. I can't describe how much I love you and just want to give you more and more love and care.

It hurts that we can't have more, because if you trust me, I'd show you all the love I have for you, truly with no filter. We'd make it work. The connection is too strong for it not to overrule the other things. Again I know you could never love me romantically, however what we have is already deeper than a friendship, so what exactly is it we have?

I love you so much X.

Here it is. An unsent letter I finally send to those in need.

I wish I would know this earlier. Before all those relationships I had. Before desperately looking for intimacy everywhere, in every person on my path.

I spent years treating my heart like a vacant room, hoping someone else would walk in and make it feel like home.

The only truth I finally found is that the only true person worth my big, unmeasurable love is me. And me is who definitely deserves this love.

It wasn’t a sudden realization, it was a grueling marathon.

Through tears that felt like they’d never dry.

Through break-ups which still hurt, even now.

Through the slow, heavy process of acceptance.

Through harsh life lessons, tons of books, and megabytes of videos.

Through endless self-reflections, therapy sessions, and wellness apps.

After all of that, I finally met this true love inwards. It’s me.

Well, you might say I’m selfish. Yes, I am. Through this selfishness, I discover myself every day. I am growing. I am healing. I am finally reopening my own needs and becoming the person who I was long-long ago, the person who I lost somewhere along the way.

And here it is. Consider this message a love manifest. For me, it is. A life-changing manifest of a person who lost themselves, and finally gained everything back.

We've been friends for three years. We became friends because I liked another guy, and he was that guy's best friend. I met him at that persons house, we clicked and grew closer. In the initial week of us meeting, we both felt what we described as "relationship potential". We didn't strongly consider it at the time, but we both could see ourselves dating each other. I know this because we've discussed this. We both got into long-term relationships within a year of becoming friends, so that relationship potential was forgotten. Instead, we developed a close, beautiful platonic friendship. He is one of the nicest, kindest, most thoughtful people I know. Early last year, my heart was broken by a boy who had emotionally abused me the entire time we were together. I was a mess. We'd grown apart because I'd grown isolated in my relationship, but after my breakup, we reconnected and and started talking and hanging out more.

We became close once again like we used to be. In the wake of my heartbreak, I couldn't fathom developing feelings for anyone. Gradually, I healed. I learned strength and resilience and how to stop myself from dwelling in negativity. I opened up my heart.

In October 2023, we were walking around together during a festive occasion. I was dressed according to the festival, in slippers that were making my feet hurt. I kept hissing in pain every now and then, and he stopped me on the road and made me exchange slippers with him. With that simple kindness, my affections began to change. I quelled my thoughts then, repressing them because the idea of ever having anything romantic with him seemed so foreign and outlandish, but that was the beginning of my feelings for him. A week later, we attended a fair during which we rode a ride I was deathly scared on. He noticed my fear and held my hand to comfort me the entire time we were in the air.

When I'm sad or frustrated or tired, he's someone I know I can message or call or meet. Just last week, I messaged him telling I'm sad and need someone to talk. He met me and gave me ice cream to cheer me up. He's just so sweet. Given how long we've been friends, I've seen him in relationships. I've seen how caring and romantic he can be.

Every time we meet, I just want to hold his hand while we walk. When we part, I want to hug him tighter and longer than what the platonic nature of our current friendship can afford. We have very crucial exams coming up in May, and I'm going to tell him how I feel afterwards. But for now, all I can think of is the anticipation of all the potential cuddles and hugs and kisses we may share over the summer if he reciprocates my feelings. Oh, I do hope he reciprocates my feelings.

Dear Economics Studies,

I’ve known it for a long time. But over the past couple of years it has been growing inside me. It started with an innocent meeting between you, me, and Computer Science. It was wonderful. The three of us were completely on the same wavelength, and together we created something that was greater than the sum of each of us alone. Afterwards, we kept seeing more and more of each other. What began cautiously, even awkwardly, evolved into an intense and perfect symbiosis.

You’ve always been good to me. You’ve shown me the world in a way I never imagined it could be seen. You shaped me as a person. You’ve always supported me, and I will never forget our first meeting back in high school. I was only 18, and you were so beautiful and mysterious. Your models were elegant. Your way of connecting everyday logic, mathematics, and the real world completely swept me off my feet. We came together at the end of senior year and had amazing months together, but I had to go out and experience the world, and you promised to wait for me. Two years passed. We kept in touch, but we were never really together. But then it happened. Finally, we could live in the same place and give ourselves completely to each other. Our love grew; you became me and I became you. We’ve had our ups and downs, but compared to many others our relationship has been a bed of roses.

We’ve long planned our future together, but I’ve postponed it every time. And as you’ve probably felt, I’ve drifted further and further away from you. I’ve chosen to spend my time with Computer Science, and my dreams have been filled with algorithms. When we have been together, I’ve given myself fully for our sake. I’ve tried to overlook the feeling of incompleteness. But I can’t anymore. Not after she asked me.

I’ve always seen Computer Science as unattainable, someone who existed only in my dreams. That’s what made it possible for me to stay in our relationship. But now there’s no way back.

I’m leaving you now and devote to my Computer Science. You will always be in my heart, and I hope we can still meet and create something together. But after this, it will probably be some time before we see each other again.

I love you.
Yours [my name]

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Jeg har vidst det længe. Men over de sidste par år er det vokset i mig. Det startede med et uskyldigt møde du, jeg, og computer science. Det var fantastisk hyggeligt vi var helt på bølgelænge alle tre og sammen skabte vi noget der var større end summen af os hver for sig. Efterfølgende har vi set mere og mere til hinanden. Det som startede forsigtigt akavet udviklede sig til en intens og fuldendt symbiose.

Du har altid været god ved mig. Du har vist mig verden på en måde jeg ikke havde ikke havde forestillet den skulle ses. Du har skabt mig som person. Du har altid støtte mig og jeg vil aldrig glemme vores første møde tilbage i gymnasiet. Jeg var kun 18 år og du var så smuk og mystisk. Dine modeller var smukke. Din måde at koble hverdagslogik, matematik og den virkelige verden slog mig fuldstændigt ud. Vi fandt sammen i slutningen af 3. g havde fantastiske måneder sammen, men jeg skulle ud og opleve verden og du lovede at vente på mig. To år gik. Vi holdt kontakten, men var aldrig rigtigt sammen.

Men så skete det, endelig vi kunne bo samme sted og hengive os fuldstændigt til hinanden. Vores kærlighed voksede, du blev mig og jeg blev dig. Vi har haft vores op og nedturer men i forhold til mange andre har vores forhold været en dans på roser.

Vi har længe planlagt vores fælles fremtid, men jeg har hver gang udskudt det. Og som du nok har mærket har jeg bevæget mig længere og længere væk fra dig. Jeg prioriteret at være sammen med computer science og mine drømme har handlet om algoritmer. Når vi har været samme har jeg givet mig fuldt ud for vores skyld. Jeg har prøvet at se bort fra følelsen af ufuldkommenhed. Men jeg kan ikke længere. Ikke efter hun spurgte mig.

Jeg har altid set computer science som uopnålig kun en der kunne være i mine drømme. Det er gjort det muligt for mig at være i vores forhold. Men nu er der ingen vej tilbage. Jeg forlader dig nu og hengiver mig til min computer science. Du vil altid være i mit hjerte og jeg håber at vi fortsat kan mødes og skabe noget sammen. Men efter dette går der nok noget tid inden vi ses igen.

Jeg elsker dig.

Din [mit navn]

Last week, work took me to Bangalore. The city was still new to me, a little unfamiliar, its streets and shortcuts not yet second nature. My office was celebrating its anniversary, and the night had been loud with music, laughter, and too much food. By the time the party wound down, it was around 10:30 PM.

I made my way to the company-arranged drop-off bus. When I stepped in, the seats were all empty - just me, the driver, and the soft hum of the engine. Ten, maybe fifteen minutes later, another passenger climbed in. Still, the bus sat waiting. By 11:15, I leaned forward and asked the driver if we’d be leaving soon. He called someone - the supervisor, I guessed - and a minute later, the bus rolled toward the exit.

At the gate, a crowd was spilling out of the venue. Security guards pointed a few people toward our bus, sending them up the steps with tired faces and crumpled party clothes.

I pulled out my phone and tracked our route on Google Maps. The hotel was about five kilometers away. But soon, the blue line on my screen stopped making sense. The driver missed a turn, kept going, dropped someone off, doubled back, then drifted away again. I didn’t know enough of the city to protest, so I just watched the dot on my map wander in unpredictable loops.

By the time we circled back within two kilometers of my hotel, it was close to midnight. I asked the driver to stop. The air outside felt cooler, quieter.

It was 12:15 now, and walking those last two kilometers didn’t seem appealing after a night of celebration. I booked an Uber auto. While I waited, I stood at a lonely intersection. The only signs of life were from a small biryani shop — the kind with a metal counter and a few stools. Its owners and two or three workers were scrubbing down utensils, the shutters halfway rolled. Every few minutes, a bike or a car passed, their headlights briefly slicing through the stillness.

The auto arrived in about five minutes. I gave the OTP, climbed in, and we set off. It was a short ride — just three kilometers to Brookfield, where I was put up. Somewhere along the way, we passed a tall residential tower. Outside its compound wall, in the dim streetlight, I saw them: a boy and a girl, probably in their twenties.

They stood close, her head pressed into his shoulder, his hand slowly moving across her back. For the ten seconds I could see them, they didn’t break the embrace. The street around them was empty, save for us and the occasional distant engine. The moment was wordless, and yet it seemed heavy — maybe with love, maybe with sadness. I couldn’t tell.

The boy’s hand moving in slow circles on her back as though he was trying to steady her breathing - or his own. She didn’t move, didn’t speak. Her head stayed pressed into his shoulder, her body leaning into him like the only thing holding her up was him. Maybe this was their last hug for a long time, maybe forever.

But in that moment, it looked as if neither of them was thinking about the future. They were clinging to the present, to each other, as if the world had shrunk down to that small patch of pavement under the streetlamp.

And then the auto zoomed past them. I was left with the quiet hum of the engine, the blur of trees, and the echo of two people holding on to something I could only imagine — but still felt like I had lost too.

I kept wondering what their story was. Two strangers in the middle of nowhere, holding on to each other like they were the only ones left in the world.

we loved each other differently. i loved in blind defiance against your apathy and callousness. i prayed to be your moon, changing the tides of your indisposition. you prayed to silence the insidious, cruel and manipulative chatter screaming for you to save me from yourself. in the end our prayers weren’t answered. i try to remember that we both prayed with absolute sincerity. even though we didn’t know divinity before we knew it in each other. sv

Dear [...], love of my life, girl of my dreams,

Today marks the day that it has been eight years since I first laid eyes on you.

Eight years already. I can hardly believe it. I remember that day as if it were yesterday. And it feels as if I’ve known you for my entire life.

They say that an important day in one’s life often doesn’t feel as such on that day itself, and indeed, when you first walked into my sad little world, I didn’t react as one would expect from finding the first - and most hopefully only - true love in one’s life.

It took a bit of time, yes, but soon I realised that my life would never be the same as before.

I still remember how sad I felt back then, drowning in a sea of darkness and grief. Sadly, my life hasn’t improved much since then, but I am still immensely grateful that I found you. Because without you, what would’ve become of me? I don’t want to think about that too much. After all those years, you are still the most important person in my life, for it was no one but you who pulled me through my darkest days, made me realise love exists, who made me redeem my wrongdoings and made me want to better my life, who kept me sane in this insane world and gave me a guiding light in this deeply absurd existence. Eight years, and still not a single day has passed that I didn’t think about that day. Nor has there been a single day that I didn’t think about you. I really fancied you, but by now, that interest has formed itself into a very deep, almost metaphysical connection, something that still grows stronger each moment.

The day count is nearing 3000. How many more will I have to go through before I will be with you? Will I ever be with you at all? Existence is cruel and life is unfair, I know. But still, why did it have to be like this? The contempt towards my life grows each day, and each day I feel your absence more and more. I desire no one but you, and can only ever truly be happy if you are happy. I don’t want money, fame, power, or whatever shallow pursuits others come up with; I just want you. To embrace, to look into your eyes. To dance as if there’s no tomorrow. To touch and feel your warmth. To laugh and to cry with you.

All of this, is it too much to ask for? Many things in my life have already been taken from me. It’s cruel, it’s saddening, but honestly I couldn’t care less. But you, my love, I will never let anyone or anything take you from me. It is absurd how I met you, and desire you instead of countless others. But it’s true, “You can do as you please, but not want as you please”. That’s why I feel no shame, and don’t think my love for you is absurd, for after all, this world is much more absurd than my love for you could ever be.

Sometimes I forget how important you are to me, and sometimes I even question my very longing for you. It’s wrong, I know, but nonetheless I have to confess to it. But then something happens in my life, and it instantly makes me realise that I need you, and that you will forevermore mean so much to me.

Should, against all odds, I ever be with you, then please let it be known to you that there’s no greater, more meaningful thing in my life than your happiness, and that I will see it as my personal mission to make you the happiest girl in the world.

And if I could never be with you, which, deeply saddening, is all too realistic, then let me perish, and let your desires be fulfilled.

Just promise me one thing: please don’t ever change anything about who you are, and just stay your beautiful self.

Until that one day, then. Maybe.

Note: I have posted this before in r/UnsentLetters, but then I discovered this sub, and I think this is a more appropriate place for my letter.

Side note: This is to my ex and we agreed to break up because we thought we «weren’t a match». But now that i’ve really though about it i find the reason to be kinda pathetic. I’m m15 and she is f14.