S.S …Do you look for me here ? Do you read through posts and wonder if any are from me? Can we please have a conversation? An honest one ? … but I need you to come to me this time . I can’t keep feeling like I’m damn crazy for even caring still but I do and I’m sorry for that .
~J

I'm sorry for keep looking for more reasons as a why you want this to end, to the point I breach your privacy. I understand that by this time you want nothing to do with me and blocked me.

I want to apologize one last time but I know my friends keep saying to just wait, so I'll wait. Maybe weeks, months, or even.. I hope it's not that long but I can't force the time to works on me.

I know I did a fatal thing, I know I fucked up. One day, let me apologize and explain things properly face to face with you, after that it's up to you wether you accept my apology and still want to let me be your friend. If you want me to go out of you way I wouldn't complain, because in the end I'm the one who fucked things up to the point you want this to end in the first place.

Sorry 🦭

I miss you please come back one more time this time I’ll reply back with a better response please we had so much planned and you just left. But when you came back more than once I taught you wanted to try again I’m sorry I tried to move on but I swear I didn’t I can’t move on from you I miss you I’m sorry. I’m sorry I miss you after i promised myself I would

I really care about you still e so please if you see this text me ♾️

If you can hear me, PB, please make yourself known. I posted something on YouTube under the name of Saucy Nancy. I kept the character for us. I haven't given up on you. Don't give up on yourself or me. Mostly yourself, though. I still want you in my life. I miss you, so much. Please just acknowledge my existence again.

Te adoro, mi amor. Mi osito. Por favor, escribesme.

I am sorry I never got the nerve to fight for what we had.
We could have been happier and be still together if i take a little faith in our love.

What's with the Facebook dating? You told me that we were good and that you weren't on any dating sites. Turns out, you lied one more time. How am I supposed to trust you?

I still love you and I always will. It kills me inside that I’m leaving soon and will never see you again. I wish that things didn’t have to end the way they did and I hope one day you’ll realise that you truly were enough and I absolutely loved you for it.

H

I’m sorry that I loved you so much.
I’m sorry that I was being genuine with you.
Sorry that I opened my heart without hesitation, trusting this will be different.
To take me to the place or realization that it’s was just my own ilusión and you was just playing your games with me.
Sorry that I believed all the words you said to me.
I spent hours and hours trying to understand why someone like you can be so heartless. Know that I don’t deserve to be treated like the way you treat me?
Will you take accountability for your actions?
Will you ever ask forgiveness?
Will you ever apologize for what you did and said? Regardless of everything I still love you. S.B

To the “Fool” 🌻

From S 🌻

....

I think this might be my final message to you.

I just want to know if you’re okay. I’m not asking you to come back or expecting a response and I only hope you’re safe and doing well.

I remember our last conversation: you had lost the plot, saying things you probably shouldn’t have. But I knew you weren’t in the right state of mind, and I forgave you then and there.

I’m happy now too. I’m learning, healing, and taking therapy, especially after losing my “⭐”. I’m unlocking parts of myself I never knew were still hurting. I hope you do the same. Understand yourself. Do the work. Build a peaceful life. Become someone you’re proud of.

I’m not waiting anymore. I’m not asking you to return. I just hope you’re okay. If someday you want to talk, you know where to find me.

And perhaps that’s all I want to leave between us—not blame, not longing, not questions, but peace. Maybe, if life ever brings us to each other again, it won’t be in the past or in the things we couldn’t fix, but somewhere beyond all of it.

As Rumi beautifully said:

“Out beyond the ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,

The world is too full to talk about.

Ideas, language, even the phrase ‘each other’

Doesn’t make any sense.”

And maybe, in the simplest words:

“Pata hai… yahaan se bahut door, ghalat aur sahi ke paar, ek maidaan hai. Main wahaan milunga tujhe.”

Maybe that’s where I’ll meet you someday.

Not to go back.

Just to know that we both made it through. 🌻

https://www.reddit.com/r/MissedInitials/s/KX1DyGKo6Y

To my now stranger….
Sometimes I wonder why thinking of you still makes me smile. Maybe it’s because not every memory of you hurts. Some of them remind me of the happiest version of myself and for that I will be forever grateful for having a chance to know you and love you once upon a time. I miss you …wherever you are…

It’s been I little over a month now
Do you miss me as much as I miss you?
I’m quitting drinking and started therapy
I do wish you’d reach out but I know that I pushed you away
I reminisce about our time together, you’re so playful and outgoing
My favorite memory was chilling on the couch and you got up to look at the rain, you came back telling me to wake up and I started to playfully freak out
I miss you
I’m sorry

Sometimes there are days I just want to curl up in a ball and cry and just apologize for everything i said to you, I replay all our memories like meeting you at the park where you first kissed me, when you moved into your studio apartment and i helped and when you help pay to fix my broken sewer lines, or when I moved in with you things were good we had alot of ups and downs, but we tried to fix them, youd work and id take care of Holly and the apartment, we lived with two of my sisters and you hated that so much, things really fell apart after my dad died, then we left for Colorado the day before your birthday may 15, once we were in Colorado everything spiraled out of control and you left me at the police station because of things I said and im so sorry for everything, I still love you and care about so much I really hope your doing ok.

Love

Tink

Hi H, I know its been awhile but I still miss you. I dont even think you'll ever see this but I guess it makes me feel better to "write" to you anyways. I miss you.

I hope life becomes kinder to you. I hope you find yourself, find peace, and become genuinely happy.. not because someone chose you, but because you finally chose yourself.

​

I wish I could talk to my friends about this, but they roll their eyes when I mention I've been thinking about hot tub guy again. Nobody gets it and honestly neither do I.

We weren't anything, just strangers chatting on a dating app, then again through messenger. Then nothing at all not even friends. Our conversations weren't even of much substance, and the rejection was crystal clear.

So why do I find myself dreaming about you? I had dreams about you before we ever matched and I can't wrap my head around why that would happen if you weren't meant to change your mind. Why do I keep thinking about you. I was doing pretty good but over the last 48 hours you're popping into my head more than all of my actual exs. I wish we could talk about it. Even if it just ends with you telling me im weird.

-K

You know me. And you’re smart enough to understand how to reach me.

I know I cannot be there in the way you may want me to be. There are promises I have made, and I cannot break them. But that doesn't mean I don't care, or that I am not around

So if you ever want to talk, message me here.

You don't need to explain everything. You don't need to find the right words.

Just talk.

I am here for you in this journey of redemption. I know it isn't easy. Therapy isn't easy either. Looking at yourself honestly, understanding yourself, accepting your mistakes, and working on the parts of you that need to change can be painful.

But I want you to do that work.

Understand yourself. Work on yourself. Become someone you are proud of.

Find a good job. Build something for yourself. Earn for yourself and your family. Create a peaceful and stable life. You deserve to see what you are capable of when you genuinely start choosing yourself and doing the work.

I will always think good things about you. Whatever happened between us doesn't change that.

And even if you sometimes feel that I am not around, please remember that I am.

I may have my boundaries. I may not always be able to reach out first. But that doesn't mean I have stopped caring.

You know where to find me.

So don't disappear into your own head. If you need to talk, message me.

I'm here.

Always wishing good things for you. 🌻

These last few weeks have not been easy. I miss what we had. Aside from being my partner you were my bestfriend. From being teenagers to now being on our late 20s. It breaks my heart to know that you chose your lust/desires over us 💔 I wish you would of just broken up with me...I look at you and I don't recognize you anymore...that warmth feeling disappeared...yet I'm so afraid to let go...

It’s been 3 months since I heard your voice. Felt your touch. Felt your love.

I miss you, every single minute of every single day.

I am constantly torn between fighting for you or finally letting you go.

If this is our ending, I truly do hope you find happiness. I hope you find comfort, not only within yourself but also in your beautiful life. You deserve nothing but greatness.

I am thankful I got to be a part of your life for the short time I did, although it was not near enough.

If it’s meant to be, it will be ❤️ IWY

i love you.

Please…
I don’t really know what I would say to you if I had the chance, because there is so much I wish I could tell you.
I miss you. I miss you more than I know how to explain. It’s been five months, and somehow you’re still the first person I want to call when something good happens, when something goes wrong, or when I just have something stupid to tell you. Sometimes I still instinctively think, I need to tell you this, and then I remember that I can’t.
I’ve tried so hard to move forward.
My entire life has changed.
I’ve moved hundreds of miles away to a new city. I’ve changed my routine, spent time with friends, picked up hobbies, started going to the gym, and tried to build a completely different life for myself. There are good things happening to me. There are moments when I’m genuinely happy.
And somehow, in the middle of all of it, I still miss you.
I miss falling asleep next to you. I miss waking up and seeing you there. I miss your warmth and your presence. I miss doing absolutely nothing together. I miss knowing that at the end of the day, I got to come back to you.
I miss my best friend.
And I still love you.
For so long I’ve tortured myself trying to understand how you could stop loving me. I’ve wondered what I did wrong, whether I wasn’t enough, whether I loved you too much, whether I depended on you too much, whether there was some version of myself I could have been that would’ve made you stay.
I don’t know if I’ll ever understand.
I know you told me you couldn’t be emotionally available. You told me I deserved better. You told me you’d lost feelings. I’ve replayed those words more times than you could ever know.
Part of me still wishes you had just let me in.
I wish that if something was changing inside you, you had told me while there was still time for us to talk about it. I wish we could’ve sat down and said, Something isn’t working. How do we fix this? I would have tried. God, I would’ve tried.
But I also know a relationship can’t survive because one person wants it badly enough.
That’s the hardest thing I’ve had to accept.
I wish you would come back. I really do.
But I don’t want you to come back just because you’re lonely or because you miss having someone there. I don’t want a temporary version of you. I don’t want to spend every day terrified that you’ll decide you don’t want me again.
If you ever came back, I would want you to come back because you had thought about us and genuinely decided you wanted to choose me again. I would want us to be better. I would want us to communicate. I would want you to let me into the parts of you that you used to keep inside. I would want us to build something safer and stronger than what we had before.
Because despite everything, some stupid, stubborn part of my heart still believes we could have been something really beautiful.
Maybe that’s something I’ll eventually have to let go of.
I don’t know.
I don’t know if you miss me. I don’t know if you ever lie in bed and remember me next to you. I don’t know if a song or a place or some tiny thing makes you think about me. I don’t know if you ever pick up your phone wanting to tell me something and then remember that we don’t do that anymore.
I hope, at the very least, that when you remember me, you remember how deeply I loved you.
Because I did.
I loved you in the ordinary moments. I loved you when we were doing nothing. I loved taking care of you. I loved being yours. I loved imagining my future with you.
And losing that future has broken my heart in ways I’m still trying to understand.
I wish things had been different.
I wish you had wanted to stay.
I wish we could’ve grown together instead of apart.
And if I’m being completely truthful, there is still a part of me that wishes you’ll come back one day and tell me that you made a mistake. That you miss me. That you’ve grown. That you’re ready to try again.
But I also know I can’t spend my whole life waiting for that day.
So I’m trying to learn how to love you from a place where I don’t have you.
I’m trying to learn how to wake up without you, experience life without immediately reaching for you, and build a future that doesn’t depend on whether you ever come back.
I haven’t figured it out yet.
Some days I feel okay. Other days I would give anything just to fall asleep beside you one more time.
But I’m trying.
I hope you’re okay. I hope you’re growing. I hope you’re becoming the person you want to be.
And somewhere underneath all of the hurt, I hope you know that what we had mattered to me.
You mattered to me.
You still do.
I love you.
And I miss you more than you’ll probably ever know.
I’ll live my life and I’ll still be here. So please come back.

What you don’t know is.. I would forgive you. I wouldn’t not talk to you. I would try to understand why you did what you did and what made you hurt me the way you did. I would have done all of that for you. Because like I said before… my love was unconditional.

Love always,
K

Initials are nicknames as real names were hardly used. I suppose it's no longer important, seeing as we'll be close to two years of being strangers. Nicknames are intimate and we are no longer on such terms. It's hard though, when that's all I think of you as.

We left off on terrible footing. Lies, betrayel and debris of grief and anger scattered across a ruined foundation that had hardly even set before it was destroyed. Perhaps it was my hopefullness that laid something unstable too soon and tried to build on something not yet settled. I know that now, with a clearer mind and steadier hands, that things should never be rushed.

I do genuinely forgive you for the things that hurt me. I no longer feel the need for closure. I harbor no ill will towards you. I understand giving grace to people who may not be able to fully give and that was the hardest lesson for me to learn. You say you take accountability, I will never actually know if you do, but I'm choosing to believe you're making choices to be a better version of yourself everyday. I'm proud of you for that.

Unfortunantely, I'm also human and there are times that I do wonder some things. Because being human comes with emotions and admittedly there are some things that don't just fade, however, they don't consume me and I am still at peace with myself, which feels lovely in a way I can't describe. I'd love to ask you the hard questions if I knew you'd be honest with me. No arguments, no defensiveness. Just honest.

Did you ever love me at all? Or did you really only use me to get back at your ex the whole time? Why bring kids into it if you weren't serious and betrayed me? Why couldn't you just be my friend and stop blurring lines if that's all you wanted

These are the questions I'd love for you to answer. But I know you never will. It was always silence before. I'm sure it'd be the same now. And you know what? That's fine. I don't need the answers anymore. It's just I'd always been honest with you no matter how much it hurt to do so.

Therapy/meds have helped me so much. I no longer ruminate constantly over every little thing. I'm still a mess, but I'm managable. I still think of you from time to time. I know I loved you far more than you ever did me. I suppose that's what I'm meant for in this life. To help heal others. But man, I'm tired. Truth is, I love you always, you'll never know and I'm strangely ok with that.

Anyway, take care stranger.

I’ve moved on. I don’t want our old life back.
I just want to visit it.
I want one warm night when we were young and the world still felt small. Your voice through the speakers. Dirt roads with nowhere we needed to be. Your hand finding mine without thinking. That crooked smile right before you kissed me. The smell of you mixed with summer air and whatever trouble we were about to get into.
I want to feel your breath against my skin and that impossible chemistry—the kind that made time slow down and everything outside of us go quiet.
I don’t need forever. I don’t even need a whole night.
Just long enough to sit beside the boy I once loved and be the girl I used to be.
Back when life was simple.
Back when the air was easier to breathe.
Back before we knew we were making memories we’d spend the rest of our lives missing.
Then I’d come home.
I just want to know if, for one second, it would still feel like I never left.