there ain't no going back neither one of us can seem to figure out truth from people's bs sad because the love I have for you is unmatched I'd rather think about you and smile then feel like I do i won't apologize for things I didn't do I am very sorry for all the hurt that I no doubtly caused to you whether out of some justification because of something you may or may not have done doesn't make it ok it was always a reflection of the way I feel I break down anyone who gets close to me like a cancer best thing I could ever do for you is disappear from your life you will always be the love of my life no matter how things ended had a bit of a might see if Jesus is real type of night and I figured better get this off of my chest in case I don't ever get another chance take care goodlookin don't ever let anyone make you feel less then the most beautiful girl around

I'm sorry if I hurt you.

It is really hard for me to trust, but I really want to.

I know my words are often bold and intense.

I overanalyze things a lot.

I don't think you are malicious.

I do think we both struggle with some control issues, but we don't mean to cause harm.

I wish you weren't afraid of me, but I don't blame you because my words can be sharp.

I get paranoid.

I have been taken for granted and not treated well (by others), and, well, the silence is hard for me. I have a lot of anxiety about being watched. I want your presence, but I don't always like direct attention. Anonymous attention is fine, but not directly on me when I don't know what the person is thinking.

I never meant to pressure you.

I never meant to accuse you when you were just trying to be close the best way you could at the time.

Even if we don't end up together, I love you. As a friend, as anything. I just love you.

We’re just friends, and apparently I’ve just been misreading your signals for the better part of a year… Silly me. Oh, wait— do you look at all your female friends like you’re hungry, or just me?

I was never mad. I did grieve for almost a year. I was told even before April 20th 2025 supposedly happened, you were done and that's when your Dad picked up all your stuff. Then April 20, 2025 happened and I felt like half of myself had died.

I also got blamed for what happened that day by two of your family members. I don't understand why y'all had to take such drastic measures

But even though I grieved and was miserable, it actually opened my eyes to what actually was happening. For maybe a week I was upset and disappointed but I realized this was a sign to take what you taught me about love that I lacked growing up and start loving and living for me! At first I didn't think it would even be possible but slowly and surely that love for myself and the love to live for myself started blooming! I started to feel something so different, something I've never felt before. I thank you for everything that you taught me! I'm no longer that depressed miserable angry gloomy person.

I just hope that you are doing good and hope you find your person and live the life you truly need. I don't regret anything and I'm so glad I got to learn from you. Take care of yourself and be good to yourself as well!!

It’s time to put the old chapters to bed, Embrace the future, I have nothing but gratitude and love in my heart. …..

Umm, I’m terribly sorry to those I freaked out, the lil explosions and holes, The psychological effects are huge, I’m a completely new individual…… wowzaz….. so much to say, But yet I don’t need to say a word…..

I didn’t mean to get people in hot water…. I’ll make sure it’s benign….

fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuk!!!😝♾️😇🤗❤️🤓

I wonder if you ever feel it too the strange way some connections refuse to become memories.

We never needed to say everything out loud. There were things spoken through songs, through silence, through the energy between us. You knew parts of me that I didn’t show easily. You knew the other side of me the part I kept hidden from almost everyone.

And somehow, with you, I didn’t feel like I had to hide it.
Maybe that’s why letting go never felt as simple as it should have.

I know I was inconsistent. I pulled close, then pulled away. I questioned things I probably should have trusted. I know my uncertainty played a part in how everything ended, and I carry that truth with me.

There are things I destroyed in moments of anger that I wish I could hold again. One little piece of you especially something you created from your own mind, your own voice. I deleted it, thinking I was deleting the feeling with it. I didn’t know then that some things can’t be erased just because you want them gone.

I reached toward you once again, quietly, months later. Maybe you noticed. Maybe you didn’t.
And maybe this isn’t about finding each other again.

Even if we’re not communicating in the 3D, part of me still feels you there with me energetically. Not because I need proof, an explanation, or even words. Just because some connections are felt in places that words and distance can’t reach.

Maybe some souls cross paths simply to awaken something that was sleeping inside the other.
Still, if you’ve ever wondered whether it meant something to me…

It did.

Because you didn’t just know me.
You knew the version of me I was hiding from the world.
Some connections don’t need names.
They just leave an imprint.

​

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It's been 6 weeks since I last saw you.

I'm quite nervous to see you again even though you're only around the corner. Are you going to keep your head down, are you going to look for me? Are you even going to say hello?

I tried to reach out, grab your attention during this time but its a fair assumption to make that you are chronically inside 😅

I could of really spoke to you about some things but I am not the type to just knock on doors.

I really do wish I had the confidence to reach out to you, speak to you. I have a feeling you do also but we are both a little afraid, plus the confusion and the consequences if we did become good friends, or more. You've said time and time again you are always there and I can always go to you, but it's if you meant here or just there.

Just getting out my feelings in the only place I feel able too. I wish i could send this to you.

I will admire you from the distance.

Did you get a new number when youre sister separated the plans last mont ? Or Andy of ur other accounts logged in somewhere that would have responded for sometime tell recite ? Because I remember you being locked out of youre account when I got you a phone and you couldint log in to any thing

Someone I could love easily, it could only be you. If ever I found someone I could dislike, as much as I do, it could only be you.

In all my days, I looked for you. Searched far and wide. Then, there you are! But, just like you weren't there before, you are no longer.

The thing that has plagued me ever since?

What did I learn about myself, during the times we shared, (be it good or not). Wtf is/was the lesson? I surly, (spelled correctly), do not wish to relive those times. One is a product of the other, and vice versa.

Until this is learned by me, I think it wise to remain celibate for my own fear of infecting a new relationship and having it sour.

So today, I ponder, as I have for many moons before.

Thank you for reading.

Here I topple while the waters surge. The weightless feeling only a raging ocean induces. I am powerless to overcome the waves that crash over me. Fighting this would only exhaust me sooner. I float back to keep my head above the water. The waters will go calm and I will have to decide, whether the safety of shore is worth swimming back to. Could I not just feel her hands drag me under. I’d drown for her if she wished. Instead alone I am left to ponder at how far I’ve drifted back to her. Alone in a sea, bliss overcomes me. There’s nothing quite like the rush of the thrashing waves, nothing except her. But some the tides will change. I see no boats for rescue. I’ll have to discover where my refuge shall be. If my lover does not find me here out at sea.

It's weird you pop up for me it's understandable why you don't talk I get it. I thought we had something that would be forever and now I just hear your voice screeching from the last call we had when things get too quiet. Hard to believe its been maybe two decades at this point but I still feel the way I did that night. "Of course I love you please be reasonable and don't do anything extreme." Weirdly enough one of the last conversations I had with my sister literally 10 minutes before I lost her to the drunk driver was about what we had and why I don't try to reach out. We matched on tinder since then I really wanted to catch up however your profile seemed like you became a lesbian and I decided it maybe for the best if I just unmatched and avoided you. Hope your photography studio is still a dream and not been put in the background however I recently had a close mutual friend tell me you are now a single mother. Guess it's just time I accept it and let go. best of wishes I'm sorry I never got to take you dress shopping

Beautiful Creature, before we continue…It’s my BIRTHDAY! Happy Birthday to me! Happy Birthday to me! Happy Birthday to me! And many! Many…more! Where are you in your birthday suit? I can only dream…

Well, I still had been getting adjusted to my position. The Primary Book Keeper made sure that I wasn’t comfortable and not in a training manner. I’m not full of shit and very good with my public relation skills when talking to other people. By talking and being friendly with the other associates I was able to navigate and find out that No one really liked the Primary Book Keeper. The Back Up Book Keeper that covered for her hated her. I figured that’s why she wanted to return to the Front End and become a Supervisor in order to get away from the Primary Book Keeper.

From my experience with The Primary Book Keeper she was very bossy and almost all the time over stepped her authority in power snapping at the other associates like a pistol.

She would find or one of other the associates would find belongings left behind from customers. There was paperwork that she would have us Back Up Book Keepers signing waving the right from the customer “Not Present” to not be able to claim their lost belongings after 30 day’s. She would sign-off as if she were the customer in order to keep the lost belongings. She had us Back Up Book Keepers signing off that we were the “Witness” of her finding any lost belongings.

Her lunch buddy that was the Front End Supervisor became very fond of me. One because I can be a very good conversationalist and watch time burn for No good reason. The Primary Book Keeper didn’t live the lavish life or image that she would try to portray at work. She had a beautiful daughter, but an absent husband. Or, at least the romance in the bedroom was dead. She was jealous of me because I was the opposite of all that situation.

Although, the Front End Supervisor still favored and claimed the Primary Book Keeper as a “True Friend.” She didn’t favor her malicious behavior. When the Primary Book Keeper found out about the Front End Supervisor being fond of me. She did anything in her power to abuse and manipulate my well being and work ethic at the grocery store. She didn’t like that I was friendly and had the consideration of all the associates working there at the grocery store.

So, she started making accusations that I was stealing money from the Front End. She was verbally abusing and she would purposely mess up my work. She was cutting my duties to my position to almost nothing. Her friend, the Front End Supervisor who was fond of me had control over my work schedule since she had the keys.

The Primary Book Keeper kept demanding that the Front End Supervisor cut more of my hours. She cut as much as only giving me 24 hours of work. The Front End Supervisor apparently was a rank below the Primary Book Keeper. The Front End Supervisor said to the Primary Book Keeper, I can’t cut this associate’s hours anymore. This person will have nothing.

At that time, I had No car because it had been totaled during my Nursing year’s. So, I was taking two buses to and from work. The Front End Supervisor being fond of me was giving me rides home and sharing her lunch with me at work. I tried to return the favor by buying her a drink. And she said, “Honey, I make more money than you.” She had given me money to go get us drinks and she became confused when I brought her, her drink and walked away. I wasn’t going to continue feeling like the charity case.

At one point, I had been looking into other jobs because I really didn’t want to be working there anymore. I barely had any money coming in, the Primary Book Keeper continued to make things stressful and overwhelming, and the Store Manager and Assistant Store Manager often vouchered for the Primary Book Keeper any time she did something wrong. The situation was one sided with the Store Manager not directly saying my name. But referred to me as a “Sloth” and the Primary Book Keeper as a “Bull Dog because she jumps on things with No questions asked! “

There had been a around up of new hires for “Daily-Go-Backs and Grocery Baggers. The Front End Supervisor who was fond of me…To Be Continued… -DK

If only you knew what you meant to me. If only you knew... how much it stings when you let me down yet again.

You are there and then you're not. You ask to see me... just to not bring that idea further. You want to talk to me... and then don't answer your phone.

Not always. No, that's the pitty. Sometimes you call out of the blue, sometimes you text back for a while... but then... the ball drops.

I was looking forward to seeing you again. And I really wished to talk to you this afternoon. Alas... things won't change. I mustn't bring my hopes up.

And still... when ever you sense that I could need you... you are there.

I wished to talk to you... to see you...

I wished I could spend an actual day with you.

I wished you would take your time for me.

See... i was skeptical... it felt too good to be true. I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up.

I guess I am still too sensitive when it comes to you.

I wished... you were there. Just there.

I don't want to tell you how much I miss you or how alive I feel when I speak with you.

I wished you'd know that I am missing you...

But I'm afraid that if you knew you'd disappear again. Because that's how you are. You need your distance. And I miss you.

Sometimes I just wish that you'd message me just to let me your ok and alive, I do miss what we had even thought it end terribly, I regret thing I said that I can never take back, I still have the 5 Love Language book you gave me, it sit on my night stand, I know you reached out for help and I helped you and I know I helped you and let you walk away again to be happy and in control, what happened in Colorado should of never happened our hearts wanted us to work things out but our brains decided it was best to split apart, i hope one day we cross path and we talk again, you were my best friend and you taught me how to heal parts of myself and have boundaries.

Yours

Tink

a broken pair of toenail clippers. a heart-shaped rock. a dirty golf ball. an eyeglass repair kit without the screws. the sound of a distant banjo.

these things are not meaningless to me. thank you.

who are you?

I remember when you said that sometimes an unexpected, unannounced visit could be an acceptable idea. Being spontaneous with you, instead of always needing a formal invitation and a planned gathering. Of course, we were friends then, and I was still comparing myself to one of your guy friends—not in a healthy way, but with jealousy and fear. I wouldn’t dare put myself out there because of the possibility of rejection and the humiliation I’d face, standing outside your front door.

But I did it. After months of no contact, I dropped by your house, ready to surprise you and the little one. Hopeful and optimistic about what might unfold for the three of us that day. I came prepared, with no expectations, just as you always told me to do.

You weren’t there.

I knocked and waited. Rang and waited. Waiting turned into more waiting. I watched kids ride bikes down the street, saw people working on their yards, and noticed that one house where all the car work happened. I saw the next-door neighbors had put their house up for rent. I thought about calling you, but instead, I called an Uber and went to the Cheesecake Factory, where I enjoyed cheesecake alone and then took myself to the movies. I wandered around downtown Fort Worth for a while, soaking in the nightlife and the company of strangers. I didn’t mourn the failed unannounced visit; I didn’t let it ruin my day. I told myself I’d put myself in an uncomfortable position to allow any possible outcome. I didn’t try to call or text you on the way back home. I let thee attempt be enough. I left, not even knowing you’d move out of Texas unannounced as well.

That unannounced visit would my last chance to see you before you both left.

This crosses my mind, and again, it’s just for me to let it out. I don’t expect to find you here on Reddit, just as I don’t expect to find you at what was once home. I just needed to give my unannounced thoughts a place to visit. No expectations, just release.

I’m sorry for how I acted. In a lot of ways I feel like apologizing is opening up the same door I need to close so I don’t get attached, but I really do want you to know that I’m sorry. My public angst, ranting to you about stuff that can’t be fixed thinking your apology would make me feel better (it didn’t). I should have just let you go when you asked me to. When you said you fell out of love, that you needed time to focus on yourself, I should have said “okay, well I still care about you but for both of our sakes I don’t think we should talk unless you change your mind”. Instead I let it drag on. I’m really sorry for that, you told me things you didn’t need to, hurt me, and it was largely because of my own naivety.

I know I shouldn’t say this but I love you still, I don’t believe that you can’t love me, I think your running away because your afraid of loving me and hurting me with some random thought. While your thoughts don’t hurt me, your actions do. If you thought I was worth fighting for I wouldn’t be here, so I am a bit frustrated. But I can’t really say that because it would be manipulative and spiteful. So I just have to suck it up.

Anyhow, I know you’ll never read this so it’s safe for me to say it, but tbh I still love all my exes (although I would never be in a relationship again with most of them because I know they don’t love me). I think you do too, and that along with your anxiety and overthinking is why you left me. You’re being spiderman, you want to save and protect everyone. Well keeping to yourself and not accepting help doesn’t fix anything. You don’t owe me a relationship, and this is totally egotistical, but I know I was good for you. I listened, would give good advice when you asked, help you deescalate, never got angry. The worst one could say is I got a bit pouty and disappointed sometimes, but I apologized and explained myself on those occasions as well, like you flaked on me... Idk, if me being a bit pouty because you flaked out is the reason then that’s dumb imho. Like, instead of just saying “let’s chat on Discord” (which I would have been fine with doing for like a month if you just wanted to alleviate some pressure), I took a 2 hour bus ride and then had to walk for like 4 hours to meet you. I’m not mad, but I am embarrassed when it turns out you didn’t even really want to see me or whatever.

Idk. I wish you talked to me more honestly, and weren’t so afraid and protective. Or at least that’s my read. Maybe I’m delusional.

Kind of bizarre how life turns out, choices you make lead you down different paths. I choose one road and you choose another, occasionally we bump into one another but they never converge again.

We didn’t graduate college together, go on that Japan trip, sit and count a million stars, celebrate birthdays, experience painful or frustrating days together.

I wasn’t the one to tell you how much you mattered to me and all my efforts were for you, that you were the one to fill the void in my soul.

We really didn’t even get to go on any genuine dates, just seemed doomed from the start.

I’m not capable of being that person for you, but man would I have tried. I’m not the best at making decisions, I get frustrated at myself and others but generally I tend to accept things quicker than most.

Not to say it doesn’t affect me, but I can just accept how life just plays out. Maybe it’s a lack of something, or I just internalize my own grief.

I don’t resent you or what your choices were, I hope you know that. You made decisions that you thought benefitted you, and I did as well, but again I’m not the best at making those decisions. I have to think about it, give it a few days and come back with a different perspective.

I’m not sure why we were in such a rush, but we were young and had a lot of pent up emotions that felt like us being together was a right way of going about it.

Soon I’ll be seeing one of my best friends get married to a really great girl, I’m so happy for them and I’m excited to see the life they build together.

I wonder if you’ve had that yet. I’m not really sure what else I can say at this point. I’ve exhausted all of my options and put too much time in trying to rectify a mistake we both agreed was dumb.

I always think of you most days, if I’m not busy and I have time to relax you always come to mind, maybe it’s just to ease my own selfish thoughts about how my life could’ve gone.

Usually I’m reminded of all the things we never got to do.

C to H.

Dearest B from Dr RED
I want it to be clear to who I and writing.

I have read so much in this community, some many letters I wish and hoped where from you to me. I have also read some letters I actually prayed, were not from you. Nonetheless, I am reaching out to you from this place and time, as I have no other avenue .

I’ll take a chance because you have become more precious than words can convey and you are worth it.

If it’s another apology I need to give, I’m more than happy to do so.

If I could fix us all on my own, I would have already done so. But I can’t.

I will take a chance: if the candle still burns I. Your hear for me at all, if I’m in your dreams and and waking moments that remind you of our connection then, ..,

You are cordially invited to find me sitting …
In that place we used to sit
At 2:00 today , god I hope you see this !!

I would bring food if I knew you were able to meet me.

Im sorry to be so slow with my actions.!before I moved so quickly in could not keep up with myself. Slow and easy.

I hope to see you today : I’ll be there : rain or shine…

Dr RED

I grapple with these thoughts still. That our feelings are meant to be felt, processed, but not pursued. That something so simply within reach is best left at this distance. Something once so sweet and so surreal should be treated like a poison, like a drug we could not kick the addiction of. It would completely consume us if we dared to taste it again… even just for a moment. The danger of it does not seem scary, not anymore. The temptation of it eats away at me the more my mind meanders among the memories. But this is the part that’s hardest. I am told I just have to accept that. To sit and suffer it a little longer until the withdrawals cease. This is the way back to a healthy life. But does an addict ever really have a chance at normal again? Is love truly such a dangerous drug? A heart is meant to find its match, and if mine calls for you, why should I resist. Sure it would ruin everything I’ve come to build since you. Still I can imagine the beautiful mosaic I could become with your touch, under your artful eye. With my muse back at my side, that seems to be a life worth living. I know I’m weak in the face of temptation. Perhaps I’m a coward to a life of expectation. But for you… I’m addicted.

To Her..my lost adventure....After all this time I still ache for you

sometimes im fine... weeks.. months.. laughing with friends ..sharing experiences with family

then all of a sudden a thought..a dream.. a memory creeps in..or.. your face ....and i break wide open again...the longing...the hopelessness...tears flood my eyes as your name comes pouring out...

Your eyes

Your voice

you were safe

you were comfortable

Your laugh is like medicine

You were my sunshine

If I could I would give you the moon..the stars...and all the planets...just wrap them all up and put them in a box...I would do anything to see you smile...make you happy....I wanted you to know i have never in my life written a text like that to anyone...I've never felt the need to ..I was terrified...shaking when I sent it.. it was so hard...but I did it....because your worth it..your worth everything.....i guess it was my last pathetic attempt to keep you in my life....well that sure backfired didn't it?. and I was met with loud silence....I understand...I do...but i also hated you and felt hurt... for completely ignoring and disregarding my feelings.....but i also had to remind myself even kind people get scared...I know it was alot..I know its very unexpected for us both...but...I know you feel it too..I just wanted to hear you say it because otherwise....I feel confused and crazy...no validation... is it all in my head?.. no way...can't be...but we were never together....I know this... ..however there were moments in your car I felt like we could be.....

Sometimes I regret telling you how I felt.. maybe if I had kept it to myself we could at least be....friends?.. idk but it'd be better then nothing ..at least maybe I'd still have you in my life instead of not at all....I dont think you really get how much I care about you.....sometimes it scares me realizing it....oh and btw I know you baked those cookies for me ....im kinda slow and it didn't register till later the (I have a surprise for you.)....I wanted to say thank you I don't think I ever did... its the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me....see...right there...I see how amazing a partner you could be!..I saw it I saw what I deserve....am I happy?... no....moments of happiness exist between he and I but the cold harsh words that come out of his mouth always eventually ruin it....that is NOT your problem to fix....your not a crutch.... you are bliss... that I didn't know existed....but yes you don't do relationships...maybe i thought I'd change your mind?....I mean im not stupid you wanted to go on dates with me so idk....your confusing lol...i wish you'd just give me something anything to know you still think about me that I still matter to you ill even just take a hi at this point....I cant do another year of silence!

...the pain of losing you from my life is something I don't know how to put into words I feel.....shattered...devastated....hollow....

...i hope you realize someone did see you exactly the way you are and loved you and wanted you anyway...that is me..... I hope I brought some joy into your life....i will love you and miss you for the rest of my life...soulmate?.. karmic?.. idk but this is something that goes beyond explanation the intensity... the magnetic pull i felt towards you....drawn in ...couldn't look away.......oh how I hold on to hope one day we can finally look into each others eyes again...I'll breathe ...you'll breathe... and we can both exhale in peace....not fear.....smiles will show... we will both feel .......love...talking about everything only honesty and truth....I fantasize about the day I can hold your hand proudly knowing your finally mine.....kiss away any anguish ...i know i called you hot... but truth is your the most beautiful woman ive ever seen in my life....there is no other woman for me but you....no other woman on this planet compares to you!.......I could never find your heart....your mind...or your soul.....in anyone else....I want to kiss you in the rain...hike with you then sit on a rock and talk about life...bake cookies with you at 2 am just because.....

on another note we built up so much sexual tension that never went anywhere..i may have sugar coated my desire for you in my text....but here its raw and unfiltered ...yes I did touch your arm ...unplanned..I just did it......and you let me...when our knees touched you didn't pull away I felt the heat......when you came and kneeled down next to me oh how I wished to reach out and touch your hand.......all those moments built up and God to just throw you against the wall and make love to you and hear you moan loudly in my ear over and over would be everything....oh I want to taste you....devour every inch...I want to feel your hands all over me...how i desire to have your face between my legs.. then grinding on top of me.. both of us reaching ecstasy in unison...feeling our breath and sweaty bodies merge together...... looking deep into your eyes... then we will hold each others trembling bodies after...my love....

God i just want to hold you...

but the timing for us was cold....life has already taken me through such a bitter journey before your beautiful face came along.....you seem to have your own trials to endure...if only I had known you existed before I was married......your one of those rare humans people search forever for.. but never find....i am greatful I did... for our memories...beautiful moments we shared...i will treasure them..i know your a free spirit... i don't ever want to.take that away from you....I just wish you could find a spot for me....i want to go on real adventures with you.....i still want to go off roading with you and get produce..lol..;)...i also want you to know im just as scared as you are.....let's face the fears and complications together?...there's still so much we can talk about....so much I still want you to know about me.....and vice versa.......our story isnt finished yet.....I told you I wouldn't bother you again..im true to my word....and im respecting your space....but im still here... don't forget me....

Holding on

Im still holding on

Here i am again still holding on. I feel your love more now. But I know you're still not mine. Your mind drifts, your body wanders and your heart i think no one holds. It's weird how one day we seem okay. And the next day we don't. When we go to the club we're perfect. that couple everybody looks at, or the couple that smiles and walks by And says hi, and yet the moment we get in the car, it's silence. I just don't get it. Everything is you, you're my person. You told me last night, I was yours. For the first time ever, you've told me you love me. You told me you're not leaving me. You told me you wanna marry me. But you've never told me that i'm your person you've always told me, you don't know what that means. Is it real this time? You know, Id give almost anything to talk to her to talk to E to asked her if this was what it was like with her. I doubt it was, I think it's me, which makes me question. Because you had told me, she was your meant to be. I don't know, I'm dumb, I know, and you'll never see this I'm sure I don't know i want you to. I just want to love you and have you loved me.

K