‪I deserve so much better. ‬

‪I deserve a guy who is excited to call me his girlfriend, not someone who wants to “keep it casual” for over 4 months. ‬

‪I deserve a guy who wants to spend time with me, not someone who puts me last on their priority list.‬

‪I deserve a guy who calls me beautiful and makes me feel like the only girl in the world, not someone who constantly comments about how hot other women are and rarely ever hands out compliments to me. ‬

‪I derserve a guy who enjoys doing thoughtful things for me, not someone who “forgot” ‬or won’t do something for me because it’s not convenient.

‪I deserve a guy who reassures me about our relationship because he knows about my anxiety, not someone who thinks it’s fine to suddenly act different and then have no explanation why. ‬

‪I deserve a guy who validates my feelings and let’s me know how they feel, not someone who gives one word responses when I’m bearing my soul to them. ‬

‪I deserve a guy who puts in the same amount of effort that I do, not someone who puts in the bare minimum. ‬

‪I deserve someone who makes me happy, not someone who makes me cry every night before I fall asleep.‬

‪I deserve better.‬

‪I deserve so much better.‬

I think meeting you might be the biggest gift the world has ever given me. I don't know how you did it but you made me look at myself and where I was going wrong, the things I'd been conditioned to believe that weren't healthy. You revealed my codependency and with this I worked on myself to become more independent. I'm not totally healed, but I can manage on my own, and I don't need one particular person or to be in a romantic relationship. I do believe in interdependence, I do need to be connected with others and I believe the quality of our relationships with other people is what makes our life meaningful and a source of much happiness.

I want to have some kind of connection with you because I love you and cherish you. You are beautiful and special and I love who I am even more when I'm around you. You feel like home, you make me feel more alive. I fucking love you.

Thank you for encouraging me to confess my feelings. She feels the same. She needs time to sort things out, and decide how to get out of the arranged marriage. I used to think I was delusional, but I wasn't and am not. :)

Good luck to all of you.

I hope one day you become brave enough to go after what your heart wants instead of settling with what you are conditioned or expected to like.

Guys!!! I did it, I sent an email saying all about my feelings, it has around 2600 words. I am so scared, guys. My heart is beating so fast, I can hear it. My hands are shaking, I am waiting for her to open it. I have that extension that tells me if she opened it. I am so scared!!

You didn't have to do anything to impress me. I didn't have to know anything about you to be impressed by you. Your existing and making me feel the way you do were enough, more than enough. I love you, I

He knows she still loves him. He knows she doesn't care about all that other stuff. He knows, she knows.

They see right through each other.

They are each other.

I love you. Astronomically.

You know how when you’re trying to vacuum, and the cord keeps getting tangled up or caught on things? Or when there’s a loose string on your shirt, and you keep pulling and pulling, trying to pull it out but it just keeps getting longer? That’s kind of what it feels like, trying to get over you.

Because the logical part of my brain is screaming at me to let you go; you’re not out there thinking about me in the same way I am thinking about you. It’s been years. we don’t have a future.

So I keep tugging and tugging and trying to sever this tie that I feel to you, but it keeps getting caught. Because what if you are thinking about me? What if you’re feeling the same pain and longing as I am? this feels hopeless. will I ever know? Will I ever be able to cut you out of my mind, out of my heart?

i feel so certain that we’ll see each other again

There’s no logical evidence to support that, but I just know it in my heart