I love this website too much to not continue visiting and reading but I am finally, finally, finally getting over my crush. I can physically feel a weight being lifted from my shoulders.

My best advice to anyone who is trying to get over someone is to distance yourself from them as much as possible. Stay away from their social media accounts. I know it's tempting but you will never move on so long as you are checking up on them. Keep yourself occupied. Don't intentionally try to stop thinking of them because that is usually counterproductive. The more you try to stop it, the more it happens. If you find yourself thinking of them, treat it as a passing thought and continue on with whatever you were doing. When you do think of them, keep it realistic. The moment you find yourself in a fantasy land of things that never happened, focus on the things that have happened. Fantasies are very hard to get over because they are perfect. That euphoria doesn't exist in the real world. Stick to reality and you will find moving on much easier.

Before anyone asks why you would want to get over a crush, there are plenty of reasons. Maybe you or them or both of you are already in a relationship. Maybe you are gay and they are straight. Maybe they don't like you and never will. There are plenty of reasons why moving on is the healthiest option. I am just trying to share what has helped me so far. I wish all of you reciprocated love but if that is not possible, I wish you the best in moving on as quickly and painlessly as possibly.

It's snowing, and for some oddball reason I want to marry you.

Being a trans woman in this world sucks.

I'm trying to be brave. I'm being honest with those I have feelings for. I've confessed my feelings to five people in the past 3 months.

No one feels the same.

And I know that doesn't necessarily mean anything, but no one has ever felt the same. I've been alone in this way forever.

It just reminds me of how few people want girls like me in the world. In a world where love wills each other to keep living, it's so obvious that we're wanted dead.

Seven trans women have been killed in the past three months.

I can't help but feel like something terrible is going to happen to me. And I can't decide what's more frightening - The fact that I may be terribly hurt, or the fact that nobody might care.

I haven't heard from her in over a month. So on kik, I put my profile picture as something that says "Remember that I love you" and she put hers as "I will"....now I'm crying. Thank you, God. You've listened to my prayers.

You are beautiful, in ways that no one else seems to see. And maybe you are not beautiful to everyone, but you are beautiful to that select few: that few that like to look into your eyes and that find comfort in the tones of your voice. You are beautiful to those that find mystery in your mind, in your habits, in the laughter that spills out between your lips unexpectedly. You are beautiful in the way you glance at people and the way you stare. In the way your heart ticks, your breath frosts the air on a cold morning, the way you lather your body with soap in the shower. You are beautiful, you are beautiful, you are beautiful.

Please don't forget it.

I have been on this site since my freshman year of high school, five guys later, 3 love stories later, many unkept friendships, and I am here to say I have found him. The man I will marry. The last letters I will write, and the only man I will talk about for the rest of my life. Thank you to all of you who've been here this whole time... I couldn't have made it here without the contributors and creators. I love you all.


Hey..don't give up now. Chances are your best kiss, your hardest laugh, your greatest days are still..yet to come

maybe someday

3 years ago today one of my best friends killed himself.

He was 14. I was 15.

I'm now 18. I'm leaving home this year. I met someone wonderful, finally. I'm working really hard. Life is moving on.

I feel strange when I think about him now. It reminds me of school uniforms and bus rides, early mornings and sunset skies, assemblies and adventures and desperate late night phone calls. It feels so faraway. I'm 18, and he's still 14, I guess.

This isn't a love letter as such. It is a letter to you, Leo, wherever you are, from a much older me. I miss you. Think of me from time to time, will you?

I found this website back when I was in high school; the last two years of which I spent crushing hopelessly on a guy.

I wrote about it on here. I wrote about going on a date with a guy to a terrible movie.

Then, a year or so later, we actually started dating. I wrote about it on here again. It was a success story. The awkward girl had finally landed the boy she'd liked for years.

It lasted about two years. We broke up. It hurt more than I could have ever imagined. He did it over text. My success story had been shattered, my cute love story had come to a screeching halt, in the most anticlimactic way.

But the one doesn't hurt you like he hurt me. He doesn't lead you on before he ever dates you. He doesn't go behind your back and talk to other girls while you are dating. He definitely doesn't end it with you over text.

It took a year before I dated again. I'm now a year into a relationship with a guy I actually trust; a feeling I had never had with my ex. We have similar interests, we want similar things out of life, and most importantly, we care about each other.

Your crush or your boyfriend may not end up being who you want them to be, but it's okay. Your love story is still out there.

And while my ex hurt me, I wouldn't take it back. I grew as a person, I matured, and I learned through my heart ache that I am resilient. It has made me a more empathetic person.

Giving your heart away holds a certain amount of risk, but it's worth it regardless.