When I see you smile my organs turn into hot butter. I miss your smile.

I have so much sorrow and pain. I've suffered so much trauma and abuse and neglect. I need a humble man and a kind man to show me love again. I need a man who wants to see me smile. A man who will make love to me and spoil me with joy, tenderness and compassion. In return I will spoil him rotten with attention and warmth.

K,

I didn't include your entire name in fear you may someday stumble across this. I am cemented between a double edge sword of dying to reach out to you, but cautiously remaining silent. From the first moment i saw you i instantly felt this peculiar hinge of tethering between the two of us. You caught my eye from across the room and then i experienced what most great writers reminisce about. The awakening of my inner monologue screaming towards you while the rest of the faces in the room in an instant become lifeless. You not only lit a spark inside my heart, you carefully opened it with your delicate hands and with a broom named love you swept away the dirt and despair that was weighing me down. You took a silk ribbon with your name stitched on the side of it and closed my still beating, once cold heart and created a home for you. I keep pieces of you in there hoping one day while on your voyage of life you will take a map out of your pocket and follow the steps back to me. With my heart being a large red X upon other small x's that could never compare to depth of the timeless ecstasy we once shared. My love, such a commonly used term. I never was one who fully grasped the four letter word before loosely using it with many, but you have taught me the true meaning to this four letter word and gave it life. Hopefully by the time i come back this to this site i will share our train ride of companionship together. Until then,

J

you are gifted my love.

you have the power to wash away the withered and regrow plants in the warmth of the sun. there is something with the warmth you radiate. the way you can make even the lost souls blossom in hope. the way you leave a tray of gold wherever you go. a ray of magic, blessing whoever may be lucky enough to meet your path, even just for a moment. your smile alone can reach the glorious moon, even on a cloudy night.

my heart is solemnly yours, even through eternity's mist.

it's crazy to have the closest best friend youve ever had and the next day be complete strangers. you pass each other and you cant even look them in the eyes because you cant let go of the hurt.

it's back to the day before you met them. now there is a person out there that is still carrying all your stories. but you are complete strangers.

I want to spend my life with you.

Because you know me better than anyone.

Because you're human in the most beautiful way.

Because you know my boundaries, and you respect them.

Because you're kind, and pretty, and smart.

I thought I just wanted to be really good friends.

But I fell in love.

You ever be riding out in your car and look at the empty seat next to you and think if I could have them right here right now I just know it would be magic. I know we would vibe. I know we would talk and it would just flow and connect. I look over in that seat sometimes and I think that’s where you belong and you don’t even realize it. And then I think about how that’s the most arrogant, ridiculous thing I’ve ever thought. But it doesn’t stop me. That’s where you should be.

Seth,

You are a good person. I don’t know anything about you outside of this website but this website is evidence that you are a good person. I spend a lot of time on this site because it’s my favorite place on the internet.

I don’t know the story of how or why you created this site but I know that there are no advertisements and no one is donating anything to help maintain it. Which means the whole site is your responsibility and you don’t profit from it in any way. You literally keep this site going so people you don’t know and will never know can pour their hearts out. You provide a safe haven for people to express things that they may not otherwise be able to express.

I’ve also spent a great deal of time in the archives and have come across bullshit you’ve had to deal with from people who only want to complain, as if you owe them anything. I understand that feeling.

I’m sure at times your labor of love for this site and the people who frequent it seems thankless but I want you to know I truly appreciate what you’ve done, here. I appreciate your kind heart for wanting to spread a little love in a way that you’re able to.

I wish you would put a donate button on here or throw up some clean advertisements so that you can at the very least cover the cost of running the site. But that’s another topic, I know you’ve tried to avoid having to do that.

I just wanted you to know that I’m grateful for the time you’ve invested in this. I hope wherever you are in the world, life is handing you some good karma/vibes.

-an anonymous lover

We forget most of the things that happen in our lives. It’s like trying to cup water in our hands. Most of it seeps through but the part that sticks enough to leave your hands wet, that’s what we actually remember. And I like to think of these memories as benchmarks that we use to keep track of time. To keep track of our lives. Of all the things I’ve forgotten, all the people, the places, the favorite shoes, the meals I’ve tried, the dreams I’ve had, I remember you. You have become one of my benchmarks, one of the memories that made the cut in my head and my heart.

i'm going to marry this man

and see little curly headed children running around with his same eyes and speaking my language

i can't wait