As long as you and I exist, I'll always love you. - ukposts.info/have/v-deo/gqJ1ZnmeqJV3zI0.html

I was reunited with an old love from university this last year. We first met a bit over 16 years ago at school. When we reunited last year he told me it had been "love at first sight" for him. He'd worked up the courrage the day after we met to ask me out but had learned I was already seeing someone else. Later on I'd broken up with the guy I'd been seeing, but he had started seeing someone himself. I remember always stealing jealous glances at them and getting this deep, to the bone, feeling that it was wrong and that he should be with me. One night some months later it had finally become too much and I confessed to him her feelings and we shared a kiss. It was on of those fairy tale/movie kisses, my head was in the clouds and I saw stars. Sadly for us, life at the time had different plans and the boy left that school to transfer to another and we were parted. However, we had secretly taken a part of each other with us on our different paths. 15 years later we were finally reunited, I ask him every day if he'll stay with me and he always replies that he always will, forever. That I won't ever have to lose him again. We live in different parts of the country now, but I plan on getting to visit him again in Febuary and am hoping things work out so that I'll be able to eventually move in to live with him later this year.

Your worth is non-negotiable.

My grandparents have been married since they were 18 years old. At first my grandpa was a trouble maker, and would make fun of my grandma about things that he actually loved about her. They are now in their 60’s, and still in love. Every now and then I’ll see them play fight with each other like kids, but I’ve never once have seen them argue. I can only dream about finding a love like there’s.

"i fall in love with you more times in a day than my heart beats"

everyone is sharing about their beautiful, deep love stories here and I feel like I’m the only one here that has never experienced a deep love like that before and I so desperately want to know how it feels like, it’s all I ever dream about but I honestly don’t even know if I ever will..

"Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own; in pain and sickness it would still be dear. Your mind is my treasure, and if it were broken, it would be my treasure still." - Edward Rochester

I miss him every day. We met during highschool and he was one of my closest guy friend. We never dated nor did I confess my feelings. But I know, the bond we shared was magical. It was different. We didn’t need to speak to communicate. When our eyes meet, I can feel our connection, it was like in a deeper and spiritual level. We would always smile or laugh whenever we randomly make eye contact. Being with him, although he annoyed me much, also brought a lot of warmth and comfort to me. Ofcourse I never told him I liked him… or love him because I didn’t want to ruin the friendship we had or make him feel uncomfortable. I also didn’t want to be rejected by him. I was afraid. But I regret it so much because in this lifetime, I’ll never be able to tell him how much I love him. I’ll never get to hear his response I was so afraid of. His smile, his laugh, the way he talks or when he looks at me. How much joy he brings to me when he’s standing by my side. You can say I didn’t appreciate him enough. I wish I was rejected by him. Maybe it wouldn’t be in so much pain. I did dream about him the day he left. In my dream, I was so scared of losing him, so I confessed. Well, actually I confessed to him that night in person when he was lying on the bed. In my dream, he admitted he heard my confession. Rather than being rejected, he gave me the purest and brightest smile ever. I woke up crying because I love him so much. I wish he could’ve just said something instead, to push me away, to reject me or something… Soon it’ll be ten years since he’s been gone. Recently, I finally had my closure and moved on. But even though I’ve moved on, finally turning the last page of this ended chapter of mine, I know my love for him will never fade. It’ll always be there, deep within my heart. Thank you for creating this video. Feeling a bit nostalgic and bittersweet. Yet, my heart feels warm every time I imagine his smile, and his presence. (:

His eyes were just the same. It was as if they had never stopped looking into mine. His hair was different, his laughter sounded strange as if it was his soul but trapped inside a strangers body and only I could recognize him. The way he dressed made him become part of this shining world surrounding him. The world I had dared to step into for just one night. But I could see his dirty jeans and the sweaty forehead. I could see him limping through the shadows the trees forced onto my porch. It was still there. In between his smalltalk and jokes as he fought the desperate need to meet my gaze from the other side of the room. And his eyes were just the same. And once they met mine he stopped fighting. As if after all those years, the heartbreak, the misery, the longing, waiting, hating... He still loved me like his own flesh and blood. And I loved him even more than that. So for the sake of us I turned away, feeling his guilty presence behind me as I tried to remember why I left him. It was just like that night ten years ago. And his eyes were just the same.

i loved him so, so that now no other love can compare to what we had. the would-have-beens fill up the silence; the spaces between thoughts are occupied by our life together. our past that would’ve been our future. our dreams that would’ve been our realities. i miss him.

Rosy and Berto were both born and raised in Cuba in the early 1900s. One day, Rosy was walking down the street to school. She was poor, so her parents didn't own a car and couldn't afford to buy all of the children bicycles. As she was walking, she saw a teen boy standing on top of a nice house's roof. He was re-tiling the roof, and the morning island sun was hot, so he was shirtless. She had to stop and stare for a minute. When he noticed her standing there, he yelled down in Spanish "What are you doing here miss? School started an hour ago!" and she called back: "Then why aren't you in class?" He responded "Well, aren't you supposed to be there as well?" And she said "I've lost my way," although she knew the way quite well. "I think I might need someone to show me the way." He took her to school that day, and over 60 years later, here I am: their great-grandaughter. They escaped Cuba in the 50s, and moved to Columbia for 5 years before moving to Miami Florida. They were married for over 50 years until Berto died in 2016. Rosy became a painter in her old age, and is the most devoted and open-minded Catholic I have ever met. She lives with me, my parents, siblings, tio, tia, cousins, and Abuela. Before Berto died, I came out to them both as Lesbian and the first thing my Bisabuelo Berto said was "If I didn't already find my soulmate, we would have to go out and find the ladies together. I could teach you some pick-up lines." They were the best. Rosy loves her family more than anything in the world, but you can tell in her eyes that a piece of her soul was buried with her beloved Berto.

00:00 When you meet an old love , you meet your memories , your old self who once was in love , in that sudden encounter the heart that beat to the sight of that face , remembers it all , the rythme it used to play, the beats it skipped and the tingling flutter , your heart displays those memories as if you're just falling in love again , and you realize it's not an old love coming back to life, it's a one that never died or left but was kept deep inside , tucked gently for the day to be woken by the rays of that one person's presence , your eyes watch closely and hungrily the features you missed and you absorb in the new changes that immediately makes it to the list of what you love about them cause it's not them who fits your type but your type was made to fit them , what you love is what they have and not the other way around , when you meet an old love you fall all over again ... 26:36 With the first notes , scenarios of the sudden future encounter i wish for pops in my head , note after note , images slide by , under rain running to hide , in the bus station waiting for a ride , standing in line at a grocery store , walking across each other on the way back home , my old home that we left long ago , feeling 15 again we meet by the highschool walls , we share an understandable stare , we never once been together but why does my heart keep building big hopes just with his sight , why does my brain falls for my heart's tricks and makes me believe it's possible , possible for our paths to not only cross but get fused into one , the pain i have to endure with those thoughts , stinging tears fall slowly as i lay in bed writing all this barely remembering his face , for the last time we met was years ago , but the place he once occupied never felt empty , at least not enough to get a replacement to fill it , i hanged a sign saying will be back later , but that later never came , he never came , cause he wasn't the one who hanged it , he has another place in someone else's heart , that he chose and not was just put in . With a blurry vision i went on writing out all i felt , the pain with which i dealt , i had the solution but didn't want to apply it, for it meant letting go both the good and the bad parts , the memories i cherish a lot , in bed i lay and wait in dismay , knowing all to well he'll never be mine...

I loved him too much, until I can't love anyone anymore. Sadly, we found each other on the wrong time.. thanks to this playlist I can reminisce about him happily :-)

The first time I ever laid eyes on him was walking into a class on my first day of high school. I thought, "Wow, he's cute. Mabe high school will be okay after all." (Later to find out he thought "Wow she's pretty" when we met each other's eyes at that moment) He would not tell me his name and playfully teased me. We first had a deep talk on a long bus ride home after a tournament, I laid my feet in his lap across the bus seats. Everyone else was asleep beside our teacher driving. He had a girlfriend. We became close friends. And had our ups and downs. Even stopped talking for a bit. But he told me he loved me months later, called me beautiful for the first time when I was wearing a dress to a school dance. But he choose his girlfriend he was with at the time, and my heart was broken. He was the only person I felt comfortable speaking to about my mental illness, he made me feel safe, strong enough to eat. However, years go on by, and we reconnected through an old friend. And like nothing ever happened, we laughed, talked, supported each other, and the love that was there five years ago grew. Now we are getting married in September. I do believe there can be love at first sight, not always explainable or fairytale-like, but it is possible.

Yes, I'm in love the ghost of the lover I could never had, so I'm condemned to walk the rest of my life the paths of solitude

The people around you will vanish in just some time or the other.... The experiences you made will not make such of an effect that it made in that present moment..... The life goes on searching for something magical and perfect but you end up situating yourself with less and thereby gain little and little of philosophy to delude yourself to adjust to the circumstances and as you begin to see the world with new values there is sudden change in everything.... The world is magical.

I have to go...this music is bringing back too much sweet pain. I have chosen to remain single for many years after my divorce, but the memories of the real loves of my younger life come back to haunt me in my dreams. I shut them out in the sunlight, but these melodies want to pry open my heart.

That first song has a hold on me. It’s so beautiful yet so sad yet so freeing.

Twas bright, the autumn night we spent beneath the moon, sitting with hands intertwined as we recite poetry drawn from the wells of our deep and weary hearts. We have aged. The years have been cruel and most treacherous to us. My bones ache from daily battles long past, yet the warmth of being near her soothes me like no drug ever could. Her hair, once bright and vibrant, is now spun dull with grey; yet to me it is like silver, as I reach to caress her. There is no truth as certain as aging, with bitteness, drudgery, and regret filling our most evil of days. Yet here, in her company, thoughts of our years apart fall away; leaving only memories of youthful endevours and shared dreams.

The night bled into the morning and I couldn't lose my thoughts of him. I needed him more than air. Every bone in my body ached because he wasn't with me. Nothing stopped the pain. What was this? Sorrow? Yearning? Why did it hurt when he made me so happy? A thin sliver of smoke was seeping from the melting candle and it felt like my soul escaping me. I needed him and I couldn't push that away.

He's grown taller now. Stronger. Spaces between flesh and cloth filled in, the softness between each smile now sharpened, and his eyes- deeper, richer. The face and body of the boy no longer existed, the boy- now man, has taken his own place in the world. But I remember that laugh anywhere. The polite chuckle of a monotonous conversation, the light clench of impatience, and fingers tapping away at his champagne glass- all remain the same. And I know that when his eyes catch me, perhaps after excusing himself from his conversation and after a timely look at his watch; that with one glimpse, one sharp inhale- our hearts would have synchronized once again.

When I was fourteen I fell in love with this girl, she was my everything. I talked with her whenever I could, and I would go to her house almost every weekend. Soon I realized she had felt the same way that I did. We started dating and to be honest I think I was the happiest I've ever been in my life. She brought me out of my deep dark depressions, she would hold my hand and tell me I was okay when I had a panic attack. I loved her. But we had a problem, we had gone to different schools so this put a large barrier in when we could talk or see each other. Towards the second semester we had both gotten extremely busy, she was part of a school play and I was doing rotc so we could hardly talk. After a few weeks going on like this I got scared that we were drifting so I decided to end it. I told her that we should break up because of not having the time for the relationship. All she responded with was “okay” and that was it. We had met up once after we broke up, then we just stopped talking all together. I think about her alot, I wonder if she still thinks about me or if I just totally left her mind completely. To this day I don’t know if I made the correct decision, and I don’t know if I ever will

The hardest things about love is when you loved someone so much in the past that after so many years have passed when you think about them or see them, you begin to either see the memories you shared but somehow the feeling that was once lingering for him is gone or the feeling that lingers for him, desiring for him has come back and it hurts you so much because you want him to be happy and healthy. And you feel glad that he is doing well but it hurts more when you see him with a girlfriend or his own family or he left you (family) and created another family or you felt nothing at all you moved on or you felt nothing to the point the pain was soo much you felt nothingness or worse the missing of his existence when he was still alive and it was just the memories that's making you wish you could see him again or the feeling when you don't know where he is and wishing he is still alive and happy somewhere in this world.

I’m 14 years old and here I am thinking of my love which could’ve been. On week ago I fell in love with this boy my friend wanted me to get to know. I knew nothing about him except that he was 6’2 and we both had the same religious beliefs. Instantly, we clicked. We both had very similar life experiences, we both fell madly in love so quickly with each other. I sound young, naive and stupid; i am. But I know damn well what I experienced was true love. We planned with each other our futures, our kids, high school, the after life. He’d wake up at 5am for me and I’d stay up all night for him. We were so passionate about each other, needing to be near each other. But then his mom found our texts and instantly hated me. They thought he could never grow spiritually if we continued to talk. And so abruptly, he ends things. My heart is broken, torn apart. He brought out the best in me and now I have no idea how he feels about me. We have the rest of high school together but what he doesn’t know is I have a terminal illness which will cripple and kills me when I’m about 20. If it is meant to be, then I know one day I’ll tell him the truth about my fate and hopefully he’ll be the one who holds my hand while I drift asleep In death

I gave less and less attention to her, I stopped providing that love I once gave her infinitely. I should have tried just even the little things, watched the movie she’d been wanting to watch, asked her more about the topics that peaked her interest, converse in more things to talk about than just have an empty phone call that filled with background noises and the repeatedly ask what she was doing, I should have tried harder

table for two is incredible omg

it had been whole lifetimes since their last encounter. neither one expecting to ever see the other, and especially not now. they both moved on, got married, had their own family, moved across the country in opposite directions. there’s no way they would ever see each other, right? “oops, sorry,” he said after running into her while in a grocery store, such a bland place to meet after all this time. she stood in silence, she was shocked. “mama, who’s this?” her youngest child asked pointing at the man. they were entranced with each other. feeling all those lost memories all flood back in a myriad of emotions and love. pure love. “i- uh…” she said finally breaking away, “he’s an old friend i met back in our old city” she assured her child with strangely watery eyes. “yeah, i’m just an old friend.” the man said chuckling. “so how’ve you been?” “good, i- do you… maybe want to get coffee or something? my husband can watch the little ones for a while.” she invited. now, tears bubbling up in her eyes about to overflow. “yes… i would like that.”

The first few notes made me start to cry, the feelings involved. It felt like my head was reeling with memories. I felt so much...so much that I haven't in a while.

I love him so much. He healed all my pain and he made me feel love when I was numb . I felt so much understood with him, he smelled like love .I hope that we will still be together after some times, he is my life, my soulmate. And If we don't I will be grateful for what I had ofc but I will continue to miss him until I close my eyes.

This perfectly describes how i imagine him and how he makes me feel We’re both in new relationships now but i still love him the same He still feels like home I hope someday he’ll come back and never leave again I wish we could at least be friends if nothing else If i had him in my life in any form of way i would be happy for the rest of my life

I met this guy and I immediately fell in love with him. We went to university together and actually became really good friends but we never dated. Somewhere down the line, I realized that I didn't have feelings for him anymore. Now he's leaving the country for two years and we had lunch together the other day as a final goodbye, and all of my old feelings came back. I always thought that I was just in love with the idea of him since I fell for him so fast, but I'm realizing now that I really was (and still am) in love with him. I know we can never be together but it doesn't stop me from hoping that sometime in the future he will look at me and realize that I am what he's been looking for this whole time.

We met during our senior year of high school. He just happened to transfer to the class I was in. And we just happened to know the same people in that class. He sat in front of me and our friends introduce us to each other. I smiled and said “hi” and he smiled back and said “hey”. I was intrigued. Who are you? Where have you been and why are we just meeting now for the first time? I wanted to know everything about him. The more we spoke, the more I realized that my spark of interest had burst into flames of adoration. He was intelligent and had a deep passion for music, specifically all things percussion. He spent his time in that class writing music and drumming away on his desk. We sat in groups so his desk was right next to mine. He had short, dark brown hair that he would push back with his left hand. His eyebrows were always furled up like he was deep in thought. And his eyes. His eyes were a beautiful dark brown. Looking into them made me feel safe. They were warm and entrancing. I’d never met anyone who I felt more comfortable with making eye contact. It made my day to see him smile at me. He would always encourage me to continue with my art and seemed to really believe that I was good at it. He was my muse. I’ve always wondered if he knew that I liked him. Was he really that oblivious or was I not as transparent as I had thought I was? He had always pestered me into telling him who I liked. Did he suspect my feelings for him but just wanted to be sure before making a move? On the last day of class before graduation, I had placed a note on his desk. He smiled and gave out a small chuckle. We spoke to each other for the remainder of class through that piece of paper. He jokingly said that he was disappointed that I had never told him who I liked. I couldn’t do it. And I still have that note today. A small reminder of a missed opportunity that could have changed my life. He is attending school at a university different from mine. Some day, I hope that our paths will cross once more and intertwine. Some day.

I can never reunite with my old lover for he is dead and I cannot change that. The world is a cruel place and it was cruel to him in many ways. It was sad to see him go, but I know he's happier now. Rest in peace, my love..

She broke my heart over 7 years ago now. I haven't been with anyone since. I'm not sure if it's because I can't or because I won't let myself be happy without her, even if she is married now and probably better off without me. But it doesn't stop me from thinking about her every single day. Some nights I just cry because I still miss her.

I posted this somewhere else before but I think it applies here too :) it was raining again. she hadn't truly listened to the sound in decades. The drizzle was dull as it hit the window pane. The sound breathing life into the memories she had long put to rest, stirring them awake. Her eyes were fixed on the window as she sat up in her bed to watch, the sound seeping into her room. It was the kind of rain that covered the earth. The kind that fell down upon the ground like soft kisses. The kind that was sweet and warm. She missed the rain, she missed the memories that fell with every drop. She remembered how he loved the rain. How it was his favorite weather because it was an excuse to stay in and feign a chill so he could pull her close. she remembered how they'd sit in the same arm chair each time. she remembered its home in the corner by the window and how it was barely even big enough for him on his own. each time he'd tell her that they would make it work, and each time he'd managed it. he would pull her onto his lap and insist it was better than the cushion anyways. she would squirm in his arms and insist she was too heavy, and he would always laugh. the sound was sweet, like it had been made just for her. They would sit and watch the rain for hours, sometimes until it stopped. They'd watch as it would turn from a light shower into a mix of thunder and lightning and then its dissent back into a calm dusting of raindrops. All the while they would whisper between one another over the sounds from beyond the window. It felt like time had stopped just for them, that no matter how much seem to pass they were untouched within the bounds of their proximity. small talk turned into hopes and dreams. whispers turned into promises. But she soon discovered that time waited for no one. That it kept a cruel pace, paying no heed to the unfulfilled promises and the whispers that voiced them. She still remembered the night he didn't return. She remembered how her heart beat louder than the roar of the thunder and how her ears were deaf to it all. And what she wishes she could forget, she somehow managed to remember the most. A group of people, an overturned carriage, a man trapped beneath it. She remembered the story the owner of the carriage tried to tell her, how he tried to apologize, tried to slow down. How he hadn't seen the man in the road. She had long forgotten how she reached their home afterwards. The months blended together, nothing but pain she was glad to forget. Though, without fail, she could always recall the days when it rained and how much she cried along side the thunder. She grew to hate the rain, and the reminders it brought with it. As the decades passed, she learned to deafen herself to the sound. Though, tonight felt different. The feeling pulled her from her bed. She rose with purpose, her aching joints now limber, her spine that curved with age now straight. As she walked into the living room, her eyes fell upon the unlit fireplace, the only thing that remained a constant. Soon her eyes travel to a familiar figure sitting in the long neglected arm chair. His head was turned away to the window, the way it always was when he'd wake before her on a rainy day. "It's raining," he said. His voice was still rich and sweet. He held out his hand, his gaze still on the window. The act made her heart feel like it was filled to the brim. Ah. So it's a dream. She hated dreams like this the most, for they were the ones she wished to never wake from. The ones that gave her a glimpse of the life that was taken from her and the youth that was lost along with it. But she was always too weak to deny herself another moment with him, so she took his hand and allowed him to pull her into his arms. She held him as close as she could while she drank in every familiar curve and harsh line on his face. It was still as perfect as the day they'd lost each other. She tried to remain content, but because she was selfish, and because she couldn't help but covet more from these dreams, she would always ask him how long he waited for her to wake up. He would always tell her that it was minutes, hours at the most. She would always be disappointed at this confirmation of fiction, yet she couldn't bring herself to stop asking. This time, however, he was silent. "I've missed you," he replied. She could feel the tears filling her eyes as she pulled back to look at him, "How long have you waited for me." "Decades." Her tears fell free, he moved to wipe them away. "I'm sorry I left you." She shook her head at his words, now she was the one to pull him in. "Never again," she whispered. "Never again," he promised. They stayed like that until the rain began to fall anew, wrapped in the warmth of one another, with their voice is low over the sound of the rain.

"don't think I ever considered you mine, but you did, perfect balance between one and the other, love, maybe i died just in time for you to start living, maybe I will grow old and wait for you to forgive me, but as of now, well, i don't think it matters"

Something that kinda sat in my mind as I listened. I remember you... I feel no time has passed between us. Before I met you, I missed you. You wear a different face but you're still all to familiar to my soul. The way our hearts seem to always fall in sync, your eyes light up the way I remember... The tingling familiarity behind your touch, your kiss. It's been so many lifetimes and we crossed the stars to be together again. This time, I'll never let you go.

My eyes were wet with tears, I couldn't believe that he came back for me, I've been waiting for him every day on the same train station looking for my lover but he never came till that faithful day I heard my name being yelled I knew he came back just for me, I ran then I fell into his arms he looked at me with those solemn green eyes, I knew he was staying forever for me

The music swelled as we danced, and laughed as the song ended and ebbed into another, we slowed in time with it, he whispered as he bent down close to my ear "I love you" I knew I loved him, i loved him more then life itself, I smiled "I love you" I said in return. We danced in silence for a while, "will we get another chance to dance like this?" I asked as I looked into those ebony eyes, he took a moment to answer and with a sad solemn voice he answered "Maybe, but not for a very long time" my heart shattered into a million pieces, "why?" "Because I'm gone and only came to visit for a little while In your dream" "You can't be gone" as my voice betrayed me I started crying as I hugged tightly to him, "you'll see me again my love very soon, I promise" there he went making a promise he knew he couldn't keep, "i love you" were his last words as he pressed a kiss to my forehead and vanished. I will wait for him, and next time we'll dance forever.

I saw how genuine his smile was. I saw his soul through his eyes. I swear. I saw his pain. I saw everything. I felt like he was the one that I can't remember where I saw. It was a nostalgia I swear. First time I saw him, I felt the aura around him. Let me call it the "Sunflower effect". He is my Sunflower boy. I love him so much. It is okay if he doesn't love me back. Seeing his presence and the stillness is worth hundreds of millions. I swear that I have never loved someone's presence this much. No emotions or thoughts. No expectations or hopes. Just that moment. Without anything, but nothing.🌻💕💫

I fell deeeep for a guy like 5 years ago, it wasn´t mutual. Today I met him after 2 years of pandemic and damn I know i don´t love him anymore...idk if is just nostalgia, but it hurted that he´ll probably never know how i loved him more than all his past girlfriends together (who didn´t care about him at all). We accept the love we think we deserve.

She lives in your memory like Peter Pan. Never growing older. Never changing. Never coming home. Forever in Neverland. Because she was but never will be again. You're in love with a ghost.

I haven’t see her in years. I stood still, my feet planted in the ground. I analyzed everything about her. How her hair was shorter, and her features were more defined. How her resting face was more friendly. How when she stood staring back at me, her eyes told a story. A story of our love. How her eyes looked at me back with a purpose. How I finally took the courage to run up to her. It felt slow, as I felt eyes creeping onto me. How I saw a smile slowly shine through the nervousness of her feelings. How once we reached each other we hugged each other. Filling in an empty space we never knew needed to be filled. How every memory of her came back to mind. Our first kiss, our first date, first anniversary. How seeing her felt like it was love at first sight. But truly, is was two lovers reuniting again.

And then you saw him. And in that moment, time stopped. It was an eternity of you looking at him. Him looking back. You felt as if you were in a dream, lyrical music playing in the background. And then he walked towards you. Looked in your eyes, while you looked back at him. Unsure of whether or not to speak you remained silent. And then he spoke, "I have finally found you."

"Your mind is drifting-what is it?” “I’ve never felt so perfect. Is it real?” “Have I not convinced you?” She took his hips and kissed him. “Convince me again,” he said.

That’s what I call a good playlist. I’m literally in tears thinking about the girl I love but she doesn’t even know about my feelings bc we’re just friends… 😔

He was listening to this and now im sobbing to it If u see this, i love you b

this short story I wrote includes the following: Leighton - hard working, a father of one child, loves his wife dearly. He never gives up providing for his family. Amaranthine - a mother, wife of Leighton, loves his husband dearly, does her best to become a mother. Elysia - child of Leighton and Amaranthine. enjoy reading, please do comment your opinions! I'd love to hear them. "why so soon, dear..?" I asked worrily. "im doing this for us, my love. I want both of us to have a bright future together. With this, i can make our dreams become reality!" "but.. what about us? How will we be able to see each other.." "you need not worry, i will convey MILLIONS of letters until I lose the strength, just you wait!" "but..-" "my love, do not worry. I will be fine. My love for you is unbreakable." "please do take this bouquet of flowers as well as this negligée, as a remembrance of me. The flowers represent our love. I start to break down in tears, I could not help it. "i will see you in 20 years my dear precious.." "20 YEARS? ARE YOU CRAZY? THATS TOO LONG FOR YOU TO BE AWAY, DEAR! WHAT ABOUT OUR CHILD! WHAT ABOUT US! WHAT ABOUT ME?!.." "love, I sincerely apologize, but this is for us. I shall make the sacrifice for our future and for our child. I will protect my self at all costs. You must protect yourself and our child as well." I let out a deep sigh. I just couldn't imagine a world without you. "that must be the caravan. I must go." my heart starts to break. My hands shivering. My lips start to become pale. My eyes became itchy because of the tears. "love.. for you, i can wait a million years. No matter how long, I will wait! It breaks my heart having to see our child grow up without you.." "my dear, i'm really sorry, but I must. I will be able to provide for our family." "i will be back." you start to kiss me, and my stomache. I wish you knew how painful my heart is feeling. "i will be going now." you start to open the door. Leaving me, leaving our child. you start riding the caravan. as the caravan starts moving, i follow it. the faster the caravan became, the faster I ran. i love you.. but I couldnt run much longer. I feel weak. I feel pain. i start sitting on my knees in the ground, in pain as i start crying.. and crying.. and crying.. i go back to the house, clueless with whats happening. eventually, i got back. "*sigh* it's the bouquet of flowers he gave me.. and the negligée, too.." i dont know what i should do.. "i shall wait 20 years for him." i say to myself. narration: a few years past. "happy happy birthday, my dear Elysia! I love you so so much." "thanks, mother.." "whats the matter, sweetheart?" "well.. its just that.. until now, i never got to see.. my father.." i look at her in the eyes, clueless with what to do. "well, dear.. father is away for now. He is working for us. Eventually, you will be able to see him!" "how long will it take for me to be able to see him..?" "quiet now, my angel.. He wont be long.." i quickly try to change the conversation saying: "now, blow your candles!" "well, okay.." she blows her candles in sorrow "now, now, you dont need to be sad! We shall wait for your father to come back. Always remember that me and your father love you very much." she tries to smile "here, this is my present for you! I hope you'll like it! Hehe." "whats this, mother?" "now, this.. is a music box my mother gave me when I was your age today! I loved it very much. It plays my favorite lullaby music and I always play it before I sleep. And now, I want to pass it to you!" "oh.. wow! I'll play the music before I sleep! "okay! *chuckle*" narration: eventually, they both had their separate lives. Leighton was doing his best providing for Amaranthine and their child. Leighton did what he promised to his dear wife, Amaranthine. and so.. 20 years had past. "a letter? It must be him!" "To my dearest Amaranthine, Hello, my love. How are you? I love you and miss you so much. You were never out of my mind. You are my happiness. How is our little girl, Elysia? I bet she's a little growing lady now! I miss you both so much. You both are the light to my dark sky. You both are the sun to my moon. You are the ravishing melody in my ears. I will be coming back today, this evening! I cant wait to see you and our little lady. I love you both to the moon and back. with endearment, Leighton" as I read the last two sentences, my face was completely filled with joy. "hes coming back this evening.. I whisper to myself. Elysia! Will you come down here, dear? Your father wrote us a letter!" I said happily. Elysia goes down, vigorously rushing down through the stairs. "father? I will be able to see him this evening? FOR THE FIRST TIME?!" i smile at her saying "yes, dear. Your father did everything he can to provide for us in those 20 years. we both smiled at each other narration: hours had past, it is now evening. "mother! There's a caravan going here! It must be father!" "my, it is! Lets head down, quickly!" we rush down to the stairs. "open the door, dear!" she opens the door, swiftly. "father! Its you! I cant believe it!" the little lady cries in a matter of seconds after she had seen her father. "my love.. i'm back.." the tall figure smiles at me "welcome home, my precious.." i couldnt help it but shed a lot of tears. he's back.. narration: the three began to hug each other.. tightly. summary: so, by just listening to this playlist. My ears were blessed. I went on and thought "why not write a short story about 2 lovers?" and so I did. Please DO note that I am NOT a professional writer, I would love to be someday. Hehe. In the village where Leighton and Amaranthine lived, the men in their family were required to sacrifice themselves and work abroad. Waaaay far far away from their families. They were required to work for 20 years. Leighton then accepted that he must do it for his family. Leighton was worried about what would happen to Amaranthine. Once he started working abroad, he then sent Amaranthine MILLIONS of letters for the past 20 years. Before Leighton had to leave their household, they had a child named Elysia. I didnt think about what her age should be. Elysia grew up without a father, but she only had her mother. Eventually, after 20 years, Elysia was a little growing lady. “Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.” Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare. (edit): TYSM FOR ALL THE NICE COMMENTS, YOU GUYS GAVE ME THE MOTIVATION TO KEEP WRITING AND IMPROVE MY SKILLS!!! MWAH 💞💞

Your playlists are helping me with a heartbreak. Thank you

I need a long car ride at dusk, with out knowing where is my destination exactly. With someone that I care about, there is no one in particular I want to have this ride with. Anyways, we are listening to my favorite rapper and rap together at the same rhythm. The road is vary long to the point you do not see the end of it, full of grass between it. The weather is perfect. It’s full of random clouds and the sky mixed with pink, dark blue and orange colors. we are in a black convertible car, so we could feel the cold breeze. We are talking about some random stuff, about our childhood, the lowest points in our lives, and the most embarrassing moments happened to us etc.. . No one is judging the other person, we both speak freely and comfortably. Not worrying about the other person’s opinion. We both feel light and free. Mostly happy, this type of happiness new to us, it’s not related with work or family. We usually get happy about big accomplishment, or when we satisfy our parents. However, this time is different. We are delighted and grateful for this serene and calm moment. We have the full day but did not plan what to do. We want to go with the flow, and do whatever we feel like doing without pressure. And, just have fun together. twitter: Layan_pct

To whoever may be reading this, Go to bed! If it is nighttime and you are watching this to fall asleep and you made it all the way to my comment.. That shows it is time to relax your nerves and get some rest. Tomorrow will be a better day, do you best and I wish you the best in life stranger. ❤

My love, As I write this message to you, you are long gone. But your memory has forged its place in my brain forever. Like a permanent marker on a white board, I just can't erase you. Do I want to? A question I ask myself everyday. Giving up those memories means giving up 5 of the most amazing years of my life. Half of me wishes I never met you in the first place, but the other half knows the impact you have had on my life and that you are the reason I am the man I am today. We met when we were kids, our final class in our final year of highschool. Neither of us were even supposed to be in this class, but somehow we both got assigned to it last minute. When I found my seat in class I looked up and saw you. Your aura caused me to stop in my tracks, and I truly felt love at first sight. From the moment I met you my love for you was undeniable. Your smile lit up the whole room, your laugh echoed in my mind when I was feeling down. But what I loved most was the way you saw the world around you. You lifted me from a dark place and showed me that the world is beautiful. "Have courage and be kind." She would always say, and to this day I live by that motto. Ill never forget our nights in bed where we stayed up in each other's arms, giggling about the dumbest things and talking about our future. In those moments, my heart felt whole, my mind felt empty, and my body felt numb. You were everything I needed and I like to think I was that for you too. At night, when I feel lonely, I sit and remember the time we layed on the dock of my cottage staring at the stars underneath the moonlight. I wish I could live in that moment and hold you one last time. While our differences brought us together in so many ways, in others it made us incompatible. We held on for so long, we made a promise and we did our absolute best to keep it. But we were young and unaware of what that promise really required to be kept. We stepped away, I stepped away, and not a day has had the same rememblence to any day I spent with you. Not an experience or achievement has every felt valuable without you. Not a kiss or embrace has ever felt special without you. Danielle, you are the love of my life and I want you to know that in any given moment I would be willing to do anything for you. We will never be together again. This has taken a long time for me to accept. But I am grateful for our time together. That I got to meet such a pure soul when I needed her most. You have moved on to someone new and I am happy for you. As for me I am moving away for school, and partially because this city does not have the same vibrance without you in it. The most painful part, however, is that I know I will never be able to love someone the same way I loved you, I will never be able to jump head first into a relationship the same way I did with you because i'm scared that I'll feel the same pain I felt when I lost you. I wish you nothing but happiness and love, and I hope one day I get to see you at least once more Love you always, Spencer

I don't know why after all these years....I still have feelings for him. It never goes away no matter what I do. I'm now nineteen, yet I still feel the same way as I did when I met him at age nine. Is it love? Am I in love with him?....It's almost infuriating how much this man has consumed my thoughts. I know he feels the same. I just know it. Why does he treat me differently than he does his other friends? I cant describe the feeling I get when I'm around him. It is so intense and overwhelming. We haven't spoken in a year... but I have this gut feeling, when the time is right, he's meant to be in my life forever.

I wrote the best poem to this. Private, but still amazing. Thank you for your service to my being.

I met this one guy online. He treated me so well. Well than other guys i've been with and the guy that.. I am with right now. I met him before my current partner but he left me. Without any clues. Then, few months later he came back. But I'm already seeing someone and i can say.. i am happy ? Yes. I am. But him, he keeps coming back.. No! I'm the one who keeps searching for him bc i feel lonely, even rn. I don't get it. I have a bf but i still feel lonely. Like he's there physically but not mentally. Idk how to describe it. He doesn't appreciate me enough. He just see me as his gf but I'm the one who changed him. But i didn't realize that I completely changed him into a whole different kind of person. Like, he's not the guy i knew before. Idk what happened. There's so many red flags on him but I told myself to stay bc i believe. I do believe. I can change him and things will work again. Like the first time I met him. Right ? And i don't need to rely on my old lover. Right ? Am i wrong in this situation ? I'm pretty sure I am. I'm so sorry . I just want to be appreciated.

First love, such a beautiful memory. It's been a while since I was in town, a lot have changed, the houses,the buildings, even the old park where both of used to go at whenever we would sneak out late at night. I was walking enjoying the cold wind and the stars at night when I saw him, at the park. He looks good better actually ,his eyes still shine like it is one of the stars that I was gazing at,his lips still red like rose in winter night, then he saw me. He looked at me like when we were younger whenever I would sneak out in my bedroom window and jump as he catch me and both of us would run to the park and watch the stars with me, he looked at me like he was still in love with me, like he still love me. Then he look back at the girl beside him, just like how he used to look at me. then they both walked away. I chuckled silently and looked up as always the stars,the moon,the dark sky will always be the witness of our love and the witness of our end. Then I continued walking while reminiscing our memories together.

I wanna meet you to breathe your scent. I’ve missed you golden creature. I miss your calm voice. Meet me and hug my heart, my heart is in pain. I miss you

This audio is for the ones who found the right partner but not at the right time

I have never been so attracted to every song in a playlist EVER. Thank you for sharing this!

I love how Love in the Morning is here. So painful yet relieving.

i love this so much, i listen to this when i'm writing my story and it really does help

Memories, of yesterday. A photo album, in stored, in back of my mind. Put to rest, for eternity. Forgotten world.

looking at this in the sense of friendship hurts. one of my closest friends committed a couple weeks ago and looking back at our memories kills me. i miss her so beyond much. i always thought i would be the first to go

i love the anne with an e soundtrack placed around in this playlist! beautiful

I will give this channel a sub as a Thank you for sharing such beauty 💙

I found my true love at the age of 11, he was 14, a year after i moved to another city and never saw him ever since, now I’m 18 and i still miss him and still dream of the day we will meet again so i can tell him how much I loved him.

This is the best play I have ever heard. I was going through some rough times on these days. It made me relax a lot 💚

I'm back in my hometown, a place that I haven't visited for years. It was nice to have a familiar smell that I once called home. I enter my family's home that hasn't changed much since I first left. It still has the same wallpaper with the printed roses and daisies that I once hated to see, but now I feel all warm inside whenever I encounter it. I slowly walk up the stairs to see the patched up hole that I created many years ago. While running up the stairs with a friend and fell, banging my head against the edge of the floor. I bring my hand up to my forehead to feel the scare that was created, but soon realize that It's no longer there. So much time has passed, hasn't it? I almost feel guilty for how long I have been away, but then I remember the reason why I ever left in the first place. ******* I say goodbye to my dad's and leave to explore the town I once knew like the back of my hand. I first noticed that a community pool I spent most of my summers in with friends is no longer there. It has been replaced with a convenience store and a parking lot. I walked further into town to find the café that made most of my days, and once broke my heart. I step inside to the smell of coffee and pastries, things I used to consume day in and day out. I go to the register and order a vanilla frappuccino and a slice of mud cake. I look to my left toward the window at the edge of the café, and see her. The woman that broke my heart 15 years ago. Sitting in the exact same spot we had our last conversation ever so many years ago. She feels my presence and turns her head my way, we lock eyes. Her eyes are so deeply and darkeshly brown, it reminds me of a beautiful tall tree I saw once. Her eyelashes are ever so fair, like the tide of the sea. Her hair was ever so curly, I could get lost just looking at it. Then like a gust of wind, all of these memories we shared come flooding back. From the first time we met in a bathroom at a random mall. From the time we had our first date at a diner. The time we shared our first kiss in my car. And the last time we spoke was in this very café. As reality slowly sets back in, I collect my order. I slowly make my way toward her, unsure if I'm invited or not, but I continue walking anyway. I sit down next to her and stare at her endlessly, wondering if we could ever be anything again. Because my heart has always been hers, she’s always had it, my love is no one else's. She looks down as if she’s about to cry, but then I soon realize she’s laughing. She snaps her head back and now is bursting with laughter, the smile I always loved, the one that lights up like the sun. A smile appears on my face, and I soon begin to laugh too. ****** My dearest Jacinta, my love for you is unexplainable. I’d give you the stars and the moons in every universe. You own my heart, keep it, I don’t want it back. Whether you love me back or not, my heart is yours, and you shall hug it so you can feel my everlasting love for you. From your dearest admirer and once lover. - Cordelia

Love this playlist

It's weird how love works, as well as time. It had been a few years since I last saw my first love. We met in elementary school and he was new to my school; yes, we became a couple during 5th grade. It was honestly, one of the biggest regrets I ever endured. Yet, during my first year of college (summer course precise), I saw him. He didn't recognize me (since I had a cap on), but I instantly recognized him. Look the same, only older. At first, I was relief that he didn't recognize me, but, sometimes, I catch myself wondering what would've happened if he had recognized me. It's honestly intriguing and amusing of how our minds work when we meet an old lover. Nevertheless, this playlist is absolutely beautiful. Especially the first two pieces. There are lots of experiences that I endured that was correlated by love, and it's very soothing to have come across this playlist.

Sometimes I feel like I’ll never find love. A good love. My mum has loved many but all has left without a word and never come back. My brother has had girls, there was never a lack. My family is cursed. What about me, you must ponder. Well my love life is a wonder. See I find something good but out of fright I take flight, Becuase I am scared if I don’t they too might. They will leave just like the last. Only this time the pain is much harder to mask…

some people tell me that it’s not him that i crave, but the attention he gave me. this is only half true. he treated me better than anyone ever had. he took time to understand how i was feeling and be able to say it back to me in a way that made sense even when i couldn’t make sense of it. he’d look at every little achievement and be so genuinely happy and proud of me. he always told me how pretty i was and he’d notice these small things about me that sometimes i wouldn’t even notice. he encouraged me to pursue art when no body else had ever. sometimes he’d sing my name to me. or just cute little verses of songs we like but he’d say my name instead. he’d come to see me almost every day and would often bring little gifts just because. the way he’d hold eye contact and look at my lips for just a second before looking back up at me, it breaks my heart because i can still picture it perfectly. he’d pay attention to the things i liked and purposely do them. he’d remember details about me. small specific ones that everyone one else forgot about. my heart would just swell just from how human and appreciated he made me feel. no one. no one has ever been so sweet to me. so loving so kind so gentle so thoughtful. someone who understood me better than i understood myself. every second around him was bliss because just everything about him was perfect. everything. he was funny, handsome, responsible, my parents adored him, he had very close and sweet bonds with his family, god and he was so smart. i loved to listen to him just talk about anything. school work interests, any words that came out of his mouth would make me swoon. he loved my siblings and was respectful towards my parents. he sometimes would just ask me to sit there and he’d just look me for awhile at me with this look full of awe and love. i have never felt so warm and happy with anyone ever. he made me feel needed and wanted. he felt like the only real person in my life. he would always show me things that reminded him of me and show me his favourite little cake decorating videos. he’d always want to show me his music and favourite movies. he’d always facetime me right after he got off work and my favourite was when he got home and would read to me. this isn’t even scratching the surface. i think i could go on and on till the end of time just talking about him and how deeply i loved (love) him. him as a person. his soul. he had a beautiful and kind soul. humble and talented at so many things. i will never be able to put in words how he made me feel. not ever. i wish i could type out every little detail. he was just amazing. to friends and family and anyone else in his life. positive and encouraging. level headed and organized. and he smelled so good. like clean laundry and coffee. and when i think about it i can still smell him. and hear his voice and see all the little details i noticed about him. i can still feel his lips on mine and his arms wrapped around me. when i thought about how much i loved him every part of my body would feel so fuzzy and happy. there was a lot of reasons why it didn’t work. when things ended, for months and months i hoped to wake up from a bad dream and still have him by my side. hoping i’d wake up to a cold january day next to him. i have never felt heartbreak like that and i dont think i ever will again. i truly don’t know if i’ll ever fully fall out of love with him. he will hold a very special place in my heart that no one else will ever be able to fill. and i will never love someone like that again. my soul had never felt so connected to someones. so trusting and happy. i truly don’t ever want to fall in love again. i’m so very proud of him taking the steps necessary for himself. and yes god i’ve never miss someone so fucking much, but if he’s happy then that’s all that matters. thank you. thank you for existence. thank you for everything you taught me. thank you for coming to see me almost every day. thank you for treating people in my life with respect. thank you for how beautiful you made me feel. thank you for never judging me. thank you for always trying your hardest. thank you for being my best friend. you are a golden boy with a golden heart. and i think a small part of me will always still love you. if i had the choice to go back in time i think i would pick you every time. even if i knew how awful it would end. just to spend a few more precious moments with you. i hope we find each other in our next lives. thank you for showing me real love. you will forever be a part of me.

we have met after a long time and we hugged like there is no tomorrow i guess we wanted the hug to last forever cause once it finished we knew we had to get back to our lives he has a girlfriend now meanwhile i'm still searching for myself

LOVE THIS

Symphony 5 is Gustav Mahler’s 5th Symphony, 4th Movement if anyone is wondering.

I can’t explain how much I love your playlist, it makes me calm n I can listen to it n relax my mind and fall sleep, I’m really happy that I found your Chanel, thanks for all this beautiful collection 👏🏻👏🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻

Always in my heart 💔💛

reading all these heartwarming stories makes me feel like theres still hope for us. deep down i know that we’re meant to meet again and fall in love again. i miss you so much Nabi and my love for you is still as strong as that one night in Rimini where i realised you were my person and i wanted you to be in my life forever. im still heartbroken, we never had the chance to love eachother in peace. everyone and everything in our lives tried to keep us apart but no matter how much we fight and hurt each other i will never stop loving you. i will never stop dreaming of having a family with you or stop hoping that one day im gonna be able to wake up next to you everyday. but i wish for you to be happy nevertheless. i wish for you to achieve all the great things you put your mind to. ti amo nabi

You don’t truly know someone until you know their heart ❤️

Love in the morning OMGGG I'd never thought someone would actualy know this song !!!!

i so love your music! it made my way to make a story for my pocketbook series on facebook.

I love him, and I have a kid with him. But I don’t think I was enough for him, even though I tried my hardest to be. So I walked away from him, hoping that he’d realize that he loved me and he wanted to work it out with me, and commit to me fully and our kid. Yet, that isn’t what he wants. He says he loves me, and he he cares about me, because after all the years we’d been together are just hard to throw away. I see him often to do stuff with our kid, and I look at him with such love, but it seems like he doesn’t actually misses me, or what he had. He seems to be going out and enjoying himself and living the life he wants. And it hurts me so much to see the person I love, look so free and happy, because it makes me feel like our kid and I never ever made him this happy. But that’s what love sometimes comes down to. You end up stepping aside and giving up how you feel, so the person you love can be happy. And I really honestly hope that one day he’ll realize that I love him, and he’ll want to commit and work things out and raise our daughter together, but I think it’s just wishful thinking on my part.

After a long time not seeing him, we suddenly met at a nearby fun fair. We stood there, staring at each other. He looked at me with a kind and surprised look. I was shocked and all memories we had together busted into my mind. He waved at me and smile kindly. That smile, I truly missed it. It is so sweet that it could warm any heart. Seeing that, I waved him back. We talked a little bit about how are we doing. He gave me a sweet candy before we go our way. When I ask him why he gave me it, he said “You should remain sweet forever and this sweet candy is for a sweet person like you.” My heart was beating so fast, but I have to remind myself. He is an ex, and it should be that way forever. No matter what. But, far in my heart, I hope that he lives a good life with a good person. That is a small price to pay for a person you love.

This poetic masterpiece is giving me the memories I don't even have ♬♩♪♩ ♩♪♩♬

Flightless Bird is simply BEAUTIFUL

The music softly played throughout the ballroom, the sound of the heels of our shoes clicked in sync on the tiled marble flooring. Swaying back and forth my long wavy brown hair brushing up against my back. In one hand I held up my ivory coloured floor length dress as not to trip on it and my other hand was held gently by yours. I could feel your hand gently hovering over my lower back. The smell of your traditional date night cologne with notes of oakmoss and cedarwood wafted to my nose. I sighed contently feeling so safe and at home in your presence. My eyes are closed. All my other sense heightened. Taking in every moment. After an hour the music halts, I open my eyes. You are not there, my memories and imagination have overwhelmed me, I fall to my knees and weep. To the only man I have and will ever love, I miss you dearly.

I’m in love with this music 🎶

When they're the kind of person who can make you feel this way, the kind of person who controls your entire heart and emotions. A person who has almost total control over someone, yet they're oblivious to the power they hold. -

I’m a 58 year old woman, married( 37 years) and must admit- I’ve never read or heard men talk about love, or being in love, like it’s said here. Not that I don’t think they feel that way, just that reading these comments makes me understand them more, because I’ve never heard men voice so much emotion over love. It’s eye opening, really.

This music is very relaxing, soothing to the soul. Thank you soooo much!The image and bgm perfectly matched! Love it so much! Beautiful!🧡 💓 🌴

Thank you for this (; God bless you, Beautiful !!

The first track, “Table for Two,” reminds me of the online web series “The Beauty Inside,” when the main character Alex is thinking of Mary Elizabeth Winstead’s character Leah, and how he cannot continue to be the same person more than one day. Kinda melancholic; it evokes unrequited feelings, something you can’t quite put into words. That’s the power of music, I guess: it speaks volumes without a spoken language.

We dated 3 years in high school and in those 3 years we were on and off(he was my first love) but after we graduated high school we broke up and haven’t seen each other for like 2 years but i always love him.. in order to forget about him i tried to move on and dated other ppl but that didn’t work..deep down i know i still love him..but one night he (my first love) sent me a fri request and We met accidentally at the cinema and we walked through the park under the sunset..I couldn’t believe my eyes..my story is really long it’s like a movie..cut to the end we are now dating for almost 3 years and now we understand each other ,we forgive, listen, communicate and express love, support each other..perhaps we didn’t know back then cuz we were young and now..it’s the right time and we grow up..

I didn't know what is love.. And I was so young. My friend told me you will know, just wait. I loved someone. He is my classmate. I loved him soo much. He was interested in me too. And we had a relationship.. I was soo happy with him. He was my first kiss, my first love. But there was something that I was happy in his arms but also anxious. Will, it end? When? Will he love me for forever? D..Does he love me..? Okay. Answer was no. And the time I realized it wasn't majestic, amazing, fairy-tale love which both side love each other and do whatever it takes to be together.. I left him. I left him while loving him so much, with the pain.. The pain which didn't let me sleep at nights, crying all nights without letting others know about it. Damn.. It was such a terrible thing knowing the love of your life doesn't love you and now partying at his bar while you are sticking your parts together.. I tried my best to find me again. He was with other girls, He was with his workers enjoying, He was happy..We didn't have contact for a year and half. But i was hearing about him.. I was curious what he was doing.. And does he think about me at least? I saw him in October. When the university opened. It was so strange. I didn't feel anything. All my memories with him were gone. I forgot about his smell, his face, his body features, his voice, how he talk... Now we talk a little. About classes. I don't feel anything. TRULY! I am so happy I healed. And my friend told me: Remember, you said you don't know what is love? Well, now you know. So he was not meant to be mine but he made me realize what is love. And how I can transform to my best version. He was the lesson for me, did his job and went. No I don't catch him while staring at me, I can't feel his energy, He is like a whole new person that i don't know.. And i think this is great! I am free, I am amazing, I am loved by myself.

Sometimes, I'm just so worried about whether I'll ever be able to trust someone enough to love them the only way I know how to love. I do not understand the existence of anything lesser than wanting to be with someone for all of eternity, for loving them beyond bounds, for giving to them every single iota of my loyalty and honesty, and wanting the same in return. Is unhindered loyalty and simplistic, pure, love that much to ask for?

This song reminds me of it. Not remembering past memories, just remembering himself. Each note brought my eyes to a beautiful sight in a strange place and I found the man standing in front of me. Throughout this breakup this is all I've always imagined, finding him again sometime far in the future and being able to look at him again. Maybe I won't do anything but stare at him, but I hope that if that day really comes for me, then I hope that he looks back at me with longing eyes. And I hope there is a chance to be with him again, without any more separation between us.

It feels nostalgic now I take the bus by my own, now that I see through the window by myself... thinking that just as time never stop, just as the world is changing every day, I want to continue moving as well. Maybe I may no have you but I have the precious memorie, I have the memory of feeling warm, treasured, valued. Even if i don't get that from you anymore... I'm learning to embrace me with the most sincere and deepest love I can give myself. It was worth it, to teach me I can give the best of myself, that I can love genuinely... So this may hurt a bit but also makes me want to continue learning for becoming more comfortable, proud and happy for the person I am. Thank you.

we would play this video while camping under the wide dar sky. staring at the stars shining down on us. thank you for this beautiful video.

I was in love as a teen. I married two other women and was divorced twice. I never stopped thinking about my teenage love. I’m 44 now and think of her every day

this is exacly the story i'm actully writing