Yes. I know the second piece is from Lolita. I'm aware. Thank you. 💀 ⇢ artwork The Embrace by Ron Hicks ⇢ timestamps 00:00 Table for Two by Abel Korzeniowski 3:30 Love in the Morning by Ennio Morricone 7:03 Unrequited Love by Ari Posner, Amin Bhatia 9:38 Flightless Bird, American Mouth by Vitamin String Quartet 14:02 Opus 23 by Dustin O'halloran 17:11 The Swan by Camille Saint-Saëns 20:36 Symphony No. 5 by Gustav Mahler

"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams." - Dr. Seuss

"Now I have to remember you for longer than I have known you." haunts me

Not friends, not enemies, just strangers with memories

Marriage is fate, love is destiny... you can plan who you marry, but you can't plan who you love.

When you have never liked anyone and no one has ever liked you but still you clicked on this video and now you’re reading strangers love stories, wanting a love story of your own

"Love is so short, forgetting is so long." - Pablo Neruda

It was in June 1965 I met her, she had the sweetest smile, the warmest hugs and a kind heart that was too precious for this world. her stare from across the table had me enchanted from the very beginning, we would dance in the streets and feed birds with bread from our hands, sing and go on adventures together, 4 years of pure love and bliss, Then came the Valentine’s Day that I would never forget, she wasn’t herself, and with tears in her eyes she reluctantly told me the terrible news, She and her parents were moving back to Italy, I tried so hard not to fall to the ground, With heavy words I said it would be alright and that we would still be in touch, I promised her that when I finished school I would save my money and come to find her and we could be together again, she smiled and held me tight, For months we would write to each other and she and I would send each other gifts and flowers until after a while life got in the way and she changed address my letters came back void, I kept my promise and saved enough money to travel to Italy knowing that once I get there I would do everything I can to find her, I walked the streets of Rome asking random people if they knew her, no one did .. I tried to find her in the outer towns and villages but still to no avail, Then as I was sitting at a coffee shop near the piazza di Spangna I saw her! … my heart was in pieces tears flowing down my face with pain deep in my heart .. she was walking with another man hand in hand smiling and giving him the look she used to give me, I knew that the right thing to do was to leave, she was happy, and would rather an eternity without her just so long as she is happy, I packed my bags a few days later and left back for home and never saw or heard from her again. Time can be so cruel but it can also heal, in time I found the love of my life, and we have made many memories together but as the saying goes “ I’ll primo amore non si scorda mai” your first love is unforgettable” . X

And after 17 years, your name is the hardest word to say. RIP.

"The most Painful Thing in Life isn't a Cut or a Burn. It's Seeing People You have made Memories with turn into Memories."

11 years since we broke up, I saw her with her child .. we just smiled and kept walking.

Since I met my husband at 32 years, every love before him was forgotten. Every pain was forgotten. I healed. It has been 10 years since I am healing and healing. I love him more then words can tell - and our Baby girl too.

“As time passed, I tried to forget those I lost, but music always brings me back to them.” Lucille

Plato: “At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.”

Do you ever look at someone and imagine your lives together? Someone you will never see again a stranger on the subway a vendor on the street a person in the apartment window do you ever imagine your lives together? someone you will never speak to but you have a million conversations in your mind coffee or tea? dogs or cats? cloudy or stormy days? Do you ever look at someone and imagine your lives together? your children? your pets? your love? do you ever look at someone and imagine your lives together? I do to pass the time, but it leaves me just as lonely, or even more so when they get off the train they round the corner they close the window do you ever look at someone and imagine your lives together?

Strangers.. to lovers.. to strangers again.. forever.

I was on the train when I saw her again on the opposite side of the platform. She blushed and waved, giving me that same smile she gave me in high school. The train departed and I was left looking at my reflection in the window, smiling back.

Pov: You found the right person at the bad moment, at the wrong place, in the middle of the blindness path when you can't find yourself in the chaos so you lost your strength and you are not strong enough to talk to them.

We met when I was 18 years old. In some strange way I knew instantly that he was the love of my life. It is now 20 years to the day since he died in a tragic accident. I have come to the small coastal village where we first kissed and held each other on the beach watching the stars. In life you’re lucky to have “one sweet moment” he was mine. When my time comes I’ll be at peace with him here. On my last day he will be my last thought…

Her name was Sophia, and our love died on a Friday at 4:03pm. It’s the time I hate the most now. I nap 3:30-4:30pm most days to make sure I never have to see it on a clock. Occasionally I’ll run into it and am forced to confront my memories with her. What an impact on my life and what a fleeting memory it probably is to hers.

They say time heals a broken heart, but who ever said that is either lying or was never truly in love…

my grandmother used to tell me and my sisters all about her “one true love.” he was called “red,” and red was kind and gentle to her. she spoke of him as though he held her world in his palm. her father forced her to marry another man- an abusive, cruel, rough man. he is my grandfather, but i never met him. he passed away young, and my grandmother was grateful for it. she wanted to find red- but she was too late. he had passed on as well. she lived the rest of her days alone and raised her children to the best of her ability. her final words to me were “i know i’ll see my one true love soon enough.” she said it with the biggest smile and in her aged eyes i saw love.

its like imagining a perfect relationship in my head that never existed.

In 1950s, my Grandmother Emily and William were deeply in love. Grandma said that they laughed together, dreamed together, and thought they'd always be together. But life had other plans. One day, Grandmas family moved away, and William got a job far from London. They promised to wait for each other, but it was hard. Eventually, they had to say goodbye. Years went by. Grandma married my Grandfather in an arranged marriage (she never loved him and they divorced) and had children and grandchildren. But in her heart she never forgot William. When she grew old, she wished she could find William again. She searched and searched, but he was nowhere to be found. On her deathbed, she asked my mother to find him and give him a letter, telling him she never stopped loving him. Even though my Grandmother and William couldn't be together, their love story showed that true love lasts forever, no matter what happens. And maybe, somewhere out there, they're together in spirit, still in love after all these years.

To everyone who is doing homework, leave the chat, breathe slowly, take a sip of water, and focus. To everyone who is trying to sleep, leave the chat, grab a blanket, and get the rest you deserve. To everyone who is feeling sad, grab a snack, get some water, get a blanket, and write down your thoughts. When you're done, lay down, and get some rest, no matter the time. To everyone who is creating, you got this. Your art is amazing. Remain in your flow and get stuff done! -Not mine, but pass it around babes

Its been 15 years and countless lovers since then and yet I’ve never felt anything even vaguely close to how i felt about you. I often think my ability to love anyone died with you.

Amidst the ocean of people, you recognized a smile. You saw him. After years, you saw him again. He seems happier, more comfortable, and free. His eyes met yours but it wasn't your home anymore. Still you smiled at him with a hint of pain in your chest. There's a sudden urge of wanting him to remember you, the life you had together, just as much how you remember every single detail about him... but you can't. Because you know damn well how it'll break the both of you again if he does. You stood there familiarizing his features, smiling to yourself. Then you started to walk away. Maybe one day, someday, you'll also be happier, more comfortable and free as he is today. Maybe one day, someday, you'll be able to forgive yourself and forget the mistakes you did.

We were 14 when we first met. All of the girls at school were in love with you. You had the most beautiful eyes. And your velvet skin, I was afraid to touch you. We had a fairly crazy love story that goes on and off for 10 years. I wish you were alive… You could have been happy with somebody else but knowing that you are breathing at somewhere would make me feel comfortable in this earth. When you died, i felt like i lost my entire teenage years… Rest in peace first love… I will always remember you

"I was afraid to lose him, even though he wasn't mine" -❤

There's nothing harder than letting go of someone after realising you met the right person at the wrong time..

A true story: My grandfather was 17 when his house was burned in Bosnia during WW2. His whole family was moved from his childhood village to another Bosnian city. They were without anything and very poor, so they found families who were richer and asked to stay as servants in their houses in exchange for food and shelter. One of the rich men said that he could hire my grandpa because he was young and very strong. That rich man had a daughter who was very beautiful with long brown hair and beautiful skin. My grandfather fell in love with her instantly. She liked him too and his green eyes and she wanted to be with him. After a year of just talking at night through windows, he needed to go back to his home village because the war was over. He proposed to her and told her that if she comes with him, she is going to poverty because they have nothing there waiting for them. Her family was rich and they wouldn’t allow this. Yet, she packed her bags and left at night when everyone was sleeping. They walked for 2 days to get to the village and that’s how they got married. They had 6 children together and one of them is my mother. They are both gone now, but I know that I’ve never ever seen my grandpa cry. The one time I did was when my grandma passed away.

It was only a few months ago it ended. Wishing you all peace who find this playlist. Don’t be sad it ended, be grateful it happened.

Y'all I'm crying and scrolling through comments, I hope u guys experience what is best for u :"❤

I love reading the comments on this one. It's like this has become a space for everyone to drop the curtains and completely expose their souls.

I got her back 10 years later and now we've been together over 10 years. She gave me a family too. True deep meaningful love never dies.

They say time heals everything, but it's been over a decade and I still look for her in places I know she will never be. I try to forget her, I work myself into nothingness, I drink and smoke until that's all I see, but the moment my heart feels any warmth, I am reminded of her. Tell me how do you make the memories go away, how do you give up on the one person that ever made you feel alive.

never been in love but reading y'alls stories makes me emotional and actually feel something. thank you so much 🤍

"Believe me, I've had five divorces. Do you know what five divorces are? Five times I believed in *love* ."

the thing i also love about these playlists are the poeple in the comments section. there are no debates, no arguments, just strangers sharing their experiences and finding comfort from other strangers.

The hardest part of losing a lover is becoming strangers all over again. Now we are just strangers with memories. I hope you know how proud i am of you bethany if youre reading this. Wherever you are. I still think of you every day a year later. I guess time heals all wounds, but i never wouldve known that this would hurt so deeply. I was intertwined in the fragments of your soul. I couldnt bear the thought of losing you forever but at the same time, i was going through a point in my life where shit just wasnt working out. Life got to me. I was working all those hours, barely got a chance to see you when i wanted, i was dealing with a depressive episode that left me so exhausted and drained that my love for you started faltering. You were my everything, in fact, you still are. I still see your face in everyone i meet. I look for you on crowded streets, hoping one day youll come back and we can start over like new. But at the end of the day, its my fault. I left you. I cant expect you to come back because it would never feel the same as it was. So much wated potential, my love. We could have conquered this cruel world together but my selfishness and self destructive ways sent us into a cycle of fighting, making love, and being fine. Rinse and repeat. I still remember the smell of your perfume on a date night, how you looked at me with those beady brown eyes with your face cupped in your hands. I still remember the feeling of your warm skin and our hearts beating in synchrony as i held you in my arms. I still remember your laugh and your infectious smile. I remember everything we did together, the long drives, the spontaneous adventures, the feelings i would get when i was laying beside you, like i was at peace. Everything. The world is a darker place without you around, but people grow apart with time. Not everything is destined to work, but this is for you, my love. Im happy i got the chance to know you. I hope you find peace and happiness in this corrupted and nihilistic world. I love you, babygirl. Dont e er forget that.

When I was 30 I had to move to live in a new country, where I didn't have anyone. I was completely alone, a bit scared but very determined. Those were very lonely years where sometimes I was desperate for a hug. Two years later I met him. Simple. Modest. Challenging. Smart. I instantly connected with him from day one. We were the same, he was a mirror to my soul, we needed each other but were too independent to admit it. Initially we both fought the feeling, but soon we fell in love with each other. Irreversibly. He was my oasis and my strength. An anchor in a stormy sea. Our love was like a wild, untammed river- I needed him, but I didn't need him. Five years later I had to leave, to go back and be with my son who needed me. Saying goodbye was heartbreaking and devastating. Hundreds of heart splinters reminded me everyday I had left him behind. Life without him was black and white , I couldn't live knowing I would never see him again, I couldn't listen to any songs, I was a ghost and each time I'd see the moon I was wondering if he was looking, too. Life was an ongoing emptiness. A few months later I came back, with my son and started from zero . Once again I was determined to succeed, to build a life from nothing. We kept seeing each other, but I asked him not to love me as my son was my priority. Deep down, though, I have always wanted him to love me. He said he loved me, I asked him not to. I will always regret that. I should have told him, asked him, be honest, be vulnerable. I chose to be strong. I should have... One year later, he got married.I will never forget the day I saw his wedding photo. The light went out. Dark, bitter tears flooded my soul. His smile broke my heart so deeply and heavily. So much pain I felt. It was as if a piece of myself had been lost forever, as if I lost myself, as if I had to recreate my identity, trying to sort through the rubble of what was left of my life after the earthquake. Life became hell; a guilty addiction, reminding me of a time when love felt right. We kept seeing each other. I simply couldn't let go. It was as if I were homesick but my home didn't exist anymore. I think the sadness afftected me; it ripped me spart. I got cancer. I suddenly become insignificant. A blink. Everything seemed futile. During radiotherapy sessions nothing mattered anymore. All I wanted was to gather my strength and find a crumb of beauty and kindness inside me to hold onto. I wanted peace, small things, kindness. When I thought I was drowning, the nurses tought me how to swim.I was lucky and I healed. After, I stopped any communication with him for a couple of years. I was determined to move on. During pandemic I missed him terribly. I missed his everything, but we were both married. The moon was the only thing I had left from him. Love felt so short, forgetting so long. Sometimes at night, when nobody knew or saw me, I would allow myself to think of us. There was no shortcut to forgetting him.Once I thought I saw him on the train. My heart started pounding into my chest and I had no air to breathe. Life was suddenly full of colours. A second later, the world was gloom again. It wasn't him. A year later he hired a detective to find me. When he got my address he wrote me a letter, saying he misses me and still cares and loves. I will never forget the magic trembling, the bitter sweet agony that I felt when I opened his letter. My heart stopped; I couldn't breathe as I was hyperventilating; a hundred feelings invaded my brain- happiness, hope, guilt, sadness, anxiety. He gave me his number; I texted him and confessed I had also missed him, that I still cared and loved. I asked him not to text me back. But it was impossible. All past feelings and memories were there. They were as intense as on the first day. He was all the things I kept coming back to. We met and it was as if we never parted. The connection was there; the familiarity, the intimacy, the easiness- unchanged. All my love for him was unchanged. He felt the same. I could read it in his voice, in his eyes, in the way he held me close to his chest. Unchanged. Such a strong, unbreakable connection. I'm 45 this year. Against all odds, we decided to be together. It has cost us too much time. We've both become vulnerable with each other; we're in the shy process of inventing a life together. I love you means nothing If we're not here..in this lifetime. And whatever world we're in, we're together.

You don’t miss her, you miss the version of what she could have been.

My dad proposed to my mom after only weeks of dating and they are still madly in love after 25 years. You don't always have to date someone for years to know they're the one, you need to feel it.

28 years ago when I first met her. I’m still waiting to be with her.

"When my heart was broken, the silence spoke louder than my tears. The silence continues to speak volumes..."

can we take a while to appreciate how supportive this community in the comment section is?

"If you're a lover, then you're a fighter too, because you will fight for what you love" Keanu Reeves

Days passed, weeks passed, months passed, years passed... But I still haven't forget your smell

20 years single and trust me, I would do anything for a love story. even if it ends and i’m left heartbroken. At least i’ll know that someone has loved me in a way that i’ve never been. That someone can show me that love is a real thing because my own parents have failed. That i’m worthy of love. Sure, the memories will hurt but the memories will also make me know that once upon a time I had it. I had love.

This comments section is so touching. No arguments, no debates, no hate just strangers sharing their stories of love and loss. Genuinely brings me to tears every time. What a beautiful thing that I'm so grateful to be able to witness.

This music is for people like you and me. Hopeless romantics, people that feel misunderstood when it comes to love in a time like this.

5 years since we broke up... How I wish I can see her again..sit for hours and just talk about our lives while listening to this music

The internet is definitely undefeated.. here I am trying to write up a card to my lover (He got into a horrible car accident, in upstate NY.. due to high winds) . While listening to peaceful music. And my heart is literally lit up like Christmas. Reading the lovely quotes, and love stories. Thank you all ❤

I don't think I'm even capable of truly feeling romantic love for someone, but I'm irrevocably in love with the idea.

The pain of losing "that person" doesn't just come from losing them. To me, the pain largely comes from the fear of never again finding someone who loves you that way, understands you that way, comforts you that way, ... you know, like she did.

Random fleeting moments A scent that blows astray The rain caresses memories Of the one who got away

I was 17 and he was 21 when we first met. It was like our auras had reunited. Such a beautiful connection. Soon after he visited me and read me Kahlil Gibran's, The Prophet in its entirety. Had never felt this type of love before. We were together in a casual romance. On the night I turned 19, we were going to be together, but something prevented it. He was my first love. The One. Its been 50 years now since I last saw him. We reconnected a few years ago, but he wouldn't speak to me. I think too afraid of what might happen. We were both married. I truly believe once you love someone, you can never unlove them. He will be my one regret when I transition from the Earth realm. To all the broken-hearted...much love ❤❤❤

Some of the stories in these comments are just so tragically beautiful. Made me realise that it's better to risk it all and express your feelings because in the end it is better to regret doing something than to regret not doing it and forever wondering what the outcome could've been

I have a heartbreaking story about love that my grandmother tell me everytime I visit her. When she was young, she met a "beautiful green eyed young man" and they fell in love at first sight. But the man she loved was orphan and that was a reason to be rejected in that society. She told me: "I didn't mind. I loved that man." But her family didn't think the same, so her brothers (10 siblings lol) started hitting and punishing her in order to reject the orphan man. She even tried to escape with him, but her mother was mentally ill and she was the only woman who lived with her so she couldnt just leave. Some months later (with constant aggressions) her family met a boy who had a bakery and, immediately, they engaged both. My grandmother was devastated, but she was also tired of fighting her family, so she decided to reject the green eyed man. She told me that the night she met him, he said: that man will never love you the way I do💔. That was the last time they saw each other. My granny, with 85 years old, have been taking medication for depression since she was very young, and each time she tells me this story, assures that her husband (my grandfather) never made her happy. After so many years, she still does not love him, because she says that her heart stayed with that man and that in another live, she hopes to meet him. Always, when she finishes the story, she says: Love, honey, love. And make sure that person is the one YOU love, not the one the others love.

I had never stopped loving him, i just can't....its something that is not in my control....

Years ago I was walking on the 16th Street Mall in Denver. A tall brown haired man was walking towards me. Our eyes locked and we looked at each other until we each passed. I never looked back to see if he looked back at me. I have regretted that decision. I often wonder if he was my soulmate from a past life. He still haunts me.

Here's a story from an old man. My grandfather is 87 years old, he told me a story yesterday that blew my mind. In 1956 he was 22 years old, he was a slaughterman who at 22 finally got a good job and started really earning money, he broke the poverty cycle. So he gets married and takes his beautiful wife to Europe, especially to the Mediterranean, countries like Italy, Montenegro, Greece, etc. They're absolutely in love with each other. But his wife was a broken young woman, she lost both her parents when she was fourteen years old, and was an orphan until she met him. He thought he had saved her, but in reality she was hiding a lot of damage to her mental state. One night in Montenegro they had an argument over money, she slapped him and stormed out on him and said she was going back home. My grandfather was fed up with her, he had given her everything and all of his love and she was treating him this way, so he let her go. He went to a bar and saw a bunch of men, all older than him, war veterans and the like, all drinking late at night, hardly talking to each other, just lonely. He saw himself in the future sitting at a bar like that, with grey hair and nothing but regret and heartache weighing down on him, drinking his worries away. He went back to the hotel and searched for her but couldn't find her, so he stole a car to go to the airport (yes this really happened), and got arrested for it. The authorities got hold of his wife, and she came to see him after learning he had stolen a car to find her. They kissed each other, she payed for his bail because he had spent all his money trying to please her, and they went home to Australia. His wife, my grandmother, Angela Mary Kelly, no longer exists, she has late-stage dementia now and does not know who he (John Henry Redfern) is anymore. Yet, he refuses to put her in a home, even though we all keep trying to. He cleans the house, makes her meals, puts her to bed and endures her outbursts at him when she calls him the wrong names, screams at him and threatens to harm him. Shit i'm gonna cry writing this haha. I better wrap it up. He says he loves her more today than he ever has (fuck i'm crying) and he will never let her go again. He knows he takes care of her better than anyone else ever could, so she will stay with him until either one of them passes away. That's a sort of love you just don't see much these days, they sure don't make 'em like they used to. Edit: I’m adding this because there’s some confusion and honestly this comment has blown up a bit. My grandfather’s not in a sound state of mind anymore, he’s well into his eighties and while he still holds conversation very well he’s had a few strokes and a heart attack, and that on top of his family issues it’s a bit much. Yesterday on Christmas Day I asked him about the story again and he was a bit more off about it, there were some things that seemed different, and my grandmother obviously doesn’t remember it at all. But my mum said the story happened the way it did, and I believe her over my uncles who were also there, so 🤷‍♀️ can’t do much else about it. I’m glad so many people are taking positive messages from this and I hope it helps people treat their relationships better, it’s amazing to me how one old man’s story about his love could do so much for thousands of strangers. So that’s pretty cool, Merry Christmas

I’m no writer or anything but I’m sitting here, reading y’all’s stories and utterly sobbing. Thank you

I had a dream about her last night. I was out in the ocean treading water, holding a camera containing everything I knew about her, every image of her, every scent and every sound, every look, laugh and tear. I knew that if I didn’t drop this camera I would drown - and I still couldn’t decide.

Never moved on it’s always that same old love, as they said "Now I have to remember you for longer than I have known you." I wish he’s happy wherever he is.

Everyone telling their stories of love and loss and here I am just listening to this while I write an essay. 😭

I used to be in love once, it was a long time ago. Another lifetime, maybe ten years. She was the first ray of sunshine in my otherwise unhappy life. Thing about sunshine, if you spend too long in it, you forget about the shade. Squandered all my good days. Now she is gone, and sometimes, when I dream, we are still in love, we have a life, children, a family, a home. Everything I lack. In those dreams, I'm a better man, a kinder, forgiving man. Each time I wake up alone on a mattress on the floor in my shabby apartment, I wonder, if this is some awful nightmare, and that dream is what is real. This daily nightmare is to remind me to keep the ones I love close and never let them go again. Update: Thank you for all the kind words and the encouragement. It really helped me and this was used in my most recent book that came out on the 4th of July 2022! Now, the easter egg hunt is on, perhaps, some amoung you will figure out what the book is!

So I met this girl in a wedding function of my Mom's relatives, that was it, we enjoyed every moment of it, I remember in those 2 days, I've had the most joyful experience that I guess I will never ever have again in my remaining life, she used to attend the function at night, and how we both spend it is a really interesting thing, it was like the function was about us, screw others. We took long walks across the town, make adventures and discover new things at every step we took, I even told her that when I come back with my job in hand, I will take you with me away from everyone, and it would be just us, together. So... After the wedding night, I never got a chance to meet her... Fast forward.. 6 years pass by and I had to visit the same place for a reason, there, I was sure she would be there waiting, but to my surprise, she was gone, I mean she had shifted with her family to another district, and me being a total dork, I didn't know what to do, as I had some emergency, I went back to home and everything becomes normal, the routine and studies and bla bla bla... Time passes by and a complete decade after I again had to visit the same wedding place, Idk, but I reckon its me lucky who got all these chances at different times, so what happens is, the moment I enter the place, there was she standing and smiling. I didn't make it awkward because comon fk that, I straight away told her, "Lets go" well, she was all shook at first glance, but she remembered that it was a word that I gave her, she told me that she had married a man who never took care of her, even beat her, and all that, she had a kid with him, she told me that I was very late and stuff. What was the most bizarre sh*t in this scene that, when I second time visited the place when she didn't show up, exactly after a year she got married, I was in sobs and couldn't do anything for her, she told me to wait for a bit, time will come, I just went back in disbelief and frustration, I literally quit 3 jobs because of the stress I suffered through in nexr 3 years. So, one day what happens is, I return back from the office, to a park, with a coffee in my hand, me peacefully sipping on a chair, suddenly I hear my name, I look back, and there was she, she just straight away held my hand, and said sorry, and asked me if I could marry her, to which I straight away said fk yes. 10 years have passed, we are living happily ever after high trauma we suffered. We just made it to bed.

His eyes are so intense I want to look away or never look away, I can't decide...

Pov: you've never ever had a "lover" but you're a hopeless romantic content with yourself and a sucker for quiet and peace of mind 💝

A good friend of mine once told me: Going back to an old relationship is like rewatching a movie and expecting a different ending

20 years and I met him again. I was flooded and floored. So much love then, so much pain still.

Our feelings for one another were mutual. But she was in a relationship and with child. I moved away out of respect. Last Christmas we learned by chance that we could meet up, and we did. 18 Years later and the old feelings rushed right back. For us both. And we're both single now. She hit me on my chest hard and told me to never again disappear like I did. We'll see where this goes, but we'll take it slowly. We've waited for this long... ;)

This has been the most giving comment section I've ever read, people being so vulnerable with their stories. It's absolutely beautiful

In some weird way, this playlist actually gave me hope. Hope that someday romantic love will find its way into my life. Thank you.

Listening this song and reading the romantic comments is like a therapy...❤

he's sleeping right next to me and i'd truly be lost without him here. we met as children, drifted because of our families and school, reconnected as teenagers and now we are adults, spending the rest of our lives together

"I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you." - Roy Croft

Humans are so wholesome sometimes, makes me emotional

It's December 31st 2023. This year has been extremely difficult. Extremely painful. Probably one of the most painful yet... Crying my life out on the sound of this video that seems to soothe me and crush my soul at the same time...

“We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day, years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot.”

i've been reading these comments for the past hour and this is genuinely the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. someday I hope to love somebody so much that i feel the way these comments make me feel safe and like i belong. i have fallen in love with these comments more than i have ever fallen in love with a human.

I love someone not because of how they look, but because they have an impact on me that makes me feel truly special.

خَلدت ذكراها بعقلي. غَدى نورها مع اشراق كل صباح والآن انا افتقد كل لحظة، كل مكان، كل احساس. زالت متعة الليالي وانقضت بهجة الايام.

Sitting here, listening to this magical symphony while reading strangers love stories is something I didn’t think I would enjoy until I started doing it 2hrs ago

Her name was Eleni. She was the daughter of a relatively wealthy shopkeeper, and the kindest, most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She liked visits to the cinema, books in French (her mother’s native tongue), and staring at the stars on moonless nights. His name was Edo. He drove a truck and didn’t know how to read or write, just how to drive and make deliveries around their island. Oh, how he loved her. She would be the only one who would treat him warmly when he made his deliveries, and he looked forward so much to being around her. He learned that she liked poetry and was, like himself, a romantic at heart. He spent three years and every spare cent he had learning how to read and write, in French, so he could write her a love letter and ask her to just give him a chance. This poor, illiterate truck driver with no money or status or any of the things her father thought she deserved. She was so taken aback by his efforts that she did give him a chance…and she fell in love. They were married soon after, and would go on to have many children and grandchildren. Their names were Eleni and Edo…but I called them grandma and grandpa :)

To my beloved husband I loved you then and for eternity keep loving you …. RIP my beloved husband ❤️🌹🇺🇸

i’m 28. i don’t think i’ve ever quite felt this.. thing everyone talks about.. something always blocked it. something in me. i’m hopeful it’s around the corner for me. thank you to the people who shared their experiences.

The biggest pain on earth is the pain you can't tell anyone.

"If you like a flower you just pluck it. But if you love the flower you water the plant everyday and take care of the flower even though you are totally aware that the flower will wither off one day"

I never told him the truth, my goodbye was forever, I will never see you again… but I will always remember you

Stayed with me for 4 years. Broke up never saw her for 6 years . Saw her in the car with her husband and a child in her arms a couple of months ago. She didn't knew i was there and i stared at her for atleast 3-4 minutes and went to my way . I am happy she is well and having a beautiful family.

These comments made me realize love is literally just a state of vulnerability. So beautiful

It’s crazy to think how the person you once thought was your world can become a passing thought, or a faded memory at most

I'm left more broken than I ever was because of him. Though i don't wish that we'd get back together, i do wish that maybe one day I'll be able to find someone who can love me unconditionally as I did him.

It's nicely composed ❤❤ 5 years ago I would have been crying today but not anymore. All cried out for what? A person who never cared in the first place. Know your worth because if I didn't have friends and family around me this comment wouldn't exist.

Daily reminder, You survived another week in a very tough world, even though at times it felt like you wouldn't, and I'm so proud of you.

I fell in love with a girl when I was 14 she treated me better than anyone in the world the memory of her never faded and she set my standards for everyone else I’ve ever been with after a month of being with her she disappeared after that what I can only describe as fate brought us back together after years im 21 she’s 20 and our wedding is tomorrow I’ve never seen myself as lucky but having her again is truly the best blessing I’ve ever been given by this world so far

Damn all these stories about how they got back together with their partner and are happily married gave me so much hope :(. We broke up almost a year ago due to distance. We were both really frustrated because we couldnt see each other. we couldn't fill eachothers needs(i moved away) even though we tried to work things out we become unhappy. He was honestly so perfect. He was my other half. He was basically me but as a boy. His soul was so kind and understanding. His love was gentle, he really was my peace. I felt so safe around him. No one else compares to him. No one made me laugh as much as he did. I hope i get my sweet boy back. Ill wait as long as i need too. I know we were meant for eachother.

Life teaches us the art of letting go.