Maybe I’ll survive this. Maybe I won’t. It doesn’t matter.

Whatever’s inside me died a long time ago. It doesn’t matter if my corpse makes it out of this.

I’d blame you. But I don’t think I was ever gonna make it.

I hope you have a nice day. I’m going to go to bed now. I’d beg to not wake up. But I’ve done that already. It doesn’t work.

I’ll wake up. It won’t matter what I do.

So maybe I’ll just stop acting like I care. Because I just don’t anymore.

Haha.

I never thought I’d miss my sadness.

...living lives that no longer intersect in the ways they once did.

This is less as a farewell and more as a quiet acknowledgment of what these months have been.

I still remember the day months ago when you stood knocking at the door, and I opened it. It wasn’t dramatic or monumental at the time, but looking back, that moment feels like the opening act of a story I hadn’t expected to live. What followed was a mosaic of deep discussions, fleeting joys, and moments that pushed both of us—sometimes toward each other, and sometimes apart.

Three homes, and a tangle of shared experiences later, I’ve come to see our connection for what it was...

I know you always felt more deeply for me than I did for you, and that imbalance shaped much of how we existed together.

The late-night conversations where we unraveled the threads of our pasts. The conflicts that exposed truths neither of us wanted to admit. The quiet, ordinary moments—the ones Evelyn talks about in Everything Everywhere All At Once—the ones that make you realize that, sometimes, love is found in laundry and taxes.

You deserve to be with someone who meets you in your intensity, who feels for you what you felt for me. And I deserve to keep exploring who I am without the shadow of an imbalance that neither of us could fix.

Until next time,

Your former girlfriend

Ms. A (I know you know)

With all the back and forth, words intended to hurt, betrayal and so on, I need you to know this isn’t a game to me. I blow hot and cold to all, not just you.

Did you know we are the same personality type? But, I can go hours, days, weeks and even months with communicating to those closest to me. I don’t always feel the need to stay in contact. I like to stay busy, creating, exploring, learning and away from devices.

I’m not territorial, I get FOMO. But, I’m also the person who loves to see my favorite people fill their cup, even if it’s not with me. I also like to know and learn about what fills that cup. It’s not inserting or fan girlish. It’s my way to support what makes you, you. Although, I have found new interests discovered through you.

So here’s my reassurance: I love you, and wildly enough, I LIKE you. I like you, a lot (read this in Jim Carrey’s voice from Dumb and Dumber). I won’t repeat old mistakes, love.

🤍

Dear 🐭,

Closure is one of those words people use to sound wise, like manifesting or boundaries. It’s a feel good concept we invented to make sense of all the senseless endings in life. The truth? Closure is a scam, a self soothing bedtime story you tell yourself after the storm has already wrecked your ship. People will talk about it like it’s something you’re owed, but let me tell you, most people don’t have the decency to pay their emotional debts.

You think when something ends, it ends. It doesn’t. It lingers. It festers. It finds you in the most inconvenient places, like traffic. Let me explain.

You’re sitting in your car, minding your business, waiting for the light to turn green. It’s a new city, a fresh start, and everything should feel expansive and open. But no, the universe, in its infinite cruelty, decides this moment is the perfect time for you to glance to your left. And there they are, the person you’ve been carefully, methodically avoiding, breathing the same air as you.

Your first thought isn’t deep or profound. It’s panic. Pure, primal, heart pounding panic. Your hands grip the wheel like it’s a life raft. You tell yourself to act natural, but there’s no natural way to exist when someone who once meant everything is sitting one lane over, looking oblivious and infuriatingly well rested. You’re sweating. Your fight or flight instinct kicks in, and you choose flight, metaphorically of course, because the light’s still red.

And then, because life can’t let you have anything, your friend in the backseat notices.

“Wait,” she says, leaning forward. “Is that him? Didn’t you say he was cute?”

And there it is. The moment when your private turmoil becomes public spectacle. You want to defend him, or yourself, or at least yell, “Focus on your own window!” But it’s too late. The damage is done. Your friend’s tone alone is enough to put you in therapy. You know this moment is destined for the group chat. They’ll tear him apart and roast your judgment, and you’ll be the punchline of every brunch until something more scandalous happens to someone else.

But this isn’t about the group chat. Not really. It’s about the fact that no matter where you go, you carry the past with you. You think moving somewhere new will fix it. A new city, a new coffee shop, a new gym. And then, somehow, this person shows up in all of them. Places you’re sure they’ve never been. Places you never imagined they’d go. You think, What are you doing here? Why are you haunting me?

They never see you, of course. Not yet. But they will. One day. And when that happens, you’ll have to decide how to play it. Will you smile, pretend you’re fine, exchange meaningless pleasantries? Or will you duck behind a display of overpriced snacks and hope they didn’t notice? I don’t have an answer for you. I’ve never figured that part out myself.

What I can tell you is this. The universe has a way of making things weird. People who mattered to you, people who hurt you, people you thought you’d never see again, will pop up when you least expect it. And it will suck. It will make you feel small and exposed, like a child caught in a lie. You’ll want to crawl out of your own skin. But you’ll survive. You’ll laugh about it later, even if it takes months and the photographic charm of someone new to help you shift the narrative.

So here’s your lesson. When someone means something to you, and you know they mean something to you, don’t let it end without saying so. If you pull away, if you leave them guessing, that silence will echo in places you don’t expect, like coffee shops and traffic lights and your own head. Do it for them, sure, but mostly, do it for yourself. Living with that kind of unresolved mess is a weight you don’t need.

Trust me. I’m still learning this the hard way.

Sincerely, Someone avoiding someone

As I sit down to write this letter, I'm overwhelmed with emotions - gratitude, regret, and love. I'm not sure where to begin, but I need you to know how I feel.

You loved me at my worst, and I'm forever grateful for that. Your selfless love showed me that true love exists. You lifted me from the darkest places and guided me towards redemption, all at your own expense.

I'm deeply sorry for being ungrateful and hurting you. I accept that I messed up our relationship, and I'm not angry that you've moved on. I realize we met at the wrong time in our lives, and I'm not as selfless as you are.In fact,I was an asshole to you and I did leave you at a dark place.But I know your light will overwhelm the darkness and you will love again ,with the immense love you have still stored in your heart ,one day.I am just jealous that I cannot be that person by your side anymore.

You taught me what love is, and you made me feel loved for the first time. You stood by me despite my mistakes, until you couldn't anymore. My biggest regret is not being able to make you feel loved in return.

Thank you for being my guiding light, shelter, and safe haven. Your love and lessons will stay with me forever. I owe you a debt of gratitude, and I hope that someday, our paths will cross again. If not in this life ,then next maybe ?The next time I meet you I am not allowing you to go anywhere and chain you to me ,forever.

Farewell.

They say about 30% come back. 15% of those that do, may turn into something lasting. About 1/7. I can take those odds. I can wait. I can wait 10 years. After that I’ll probably be done honestly. 10 years for my love. Even after that, I will always love you. It burns. And that fire, although I didn’t want it this way, will keep me warm through the winter, instead of you, my love.

... but it is what it is. I miss talking to you.

Oh, also, I didn't expect you'd reach out to say happy birthday so I'm neither surprised nor disappointed lol, I'm just having too much time on my hands rn.

I wrote a letter.

There was a moment... And it all came rushing back.

Everything stopped and nothing else mattered.

My hand... It trembled with feelings unspoken. The words begging for life from a memory too distant; too cold.

Beating... Stumbled. My breath caught.

Our bond. That unconditional, all encompassing chain.

Balancing on the scale of shared mistakes. The many missteps we take towards something.

Where we always end up with nothing.

Your right. My wrong.

My right. Your wrong.

Write. All my mind nonsense breaking free of the cage I captured it in. Leaking out and pulling at me. Forcing me awake and pressing me down.

I break the surface, but gasping, I take you in once again.

Standing outside of the mess, it is small in comparison to us.

It is also vast and endless.

In comparison to us... I am nothing. I cease to exist in a world without you in it. Yet, I am held, unable to move.

Untethered; adrift in the empty you left.

Still. I am frozen. Atop the box where I placed your unwavering gaze and kisses so sweet. Languid and desperate. Like I was beneath you. We were so fervent and alive.

Your scent and touch are quite a heady combination. Fresh rain, autumn days, tender and incessant.

Your urgency stripping me bare. Deeply and without restraint, I ached and cried out.

For the warmth. Axiomatic tension.

I longed for your loving affection. My palms reaching, caressing... Feeling the ghost of your lips.

Then a pause; quick hesitation and I falter. A new reality. All I feel is confusion. Where are you? Do you wrestle as I do? Why is this? Why aren't you here?

She came back, my self, with a vengeance and no plan, and she is lackluster, or empty of heart.

Two souls... Separate parts... One whole.

I am yours. You are mine.

Come to me, under the lighted signs of our past. Come to me. You were so bold to ask.

Now, I know what you wanted. It wasn't me but your reflection.

I am heartbroken and furious for the women who were in relationships with men like you, because the abuse I’ve endured in my messages and comments is nothing short of horrifying. It’s clear that the hate and toxicity you’re projecting here is a reflection of something deeper and darker and it makes me question the stories of the women who left you. Was it truly a "bad reason," or did they escape something vile and destructive?

If I knew a man was abusing and harassing stranger women online the way you have, I wouldn’t just avoid him, I’d actively condemn him. This isn’t just "the internet." This is your character laid bare. This is misogyny given a megaphone. Don’t you dare hide behind the excuse of "welcome to the internet" like it absolves your actions. It doesn’t. You’ve made it abundantly clear why the women in your lives had to leave, and frankly, I’m grateful they did.

Enough is enough. This behavior isn’t normal, it isn’t acceptable, and it sure as hell isn’t going to be tolerated.

P.S: This is NOT for people who asked me politely that whether I was their person. No. You are fine. I understand heartbreak

I wish you luck. I hope you find better friends. I hope you find a partner that makes you feel loved and happy. I hope 2025 is better for you. I’m not the type to be remembered or even a second thought and I wish things were different but all I can do now is say goodbye and goodluck.

🩶🛸

I won’t say it to you because I am healing. I also don’t care enough to ever give you the satisfaction of hearing me express myself again. In this moment I truly don’t care how you feel, for the first time in so long & it feels freeing. If you think you won, I applaud you. If you think you lost, I pity you & if you feel neutral, ditto. At one point I adored you, I wanted to do better, for you & for that I’m thankful. You sparked a fire in me that feels unearthly.. Maybe that’s the power of love. Something I question I ever felt before. I have always been the one up person the “you fucked with the wrong one type” but with you I have no plans for revenge. No get back, no hurt, no hate. I just want to continue this journey as you as my first step in the right direction. But now you can stay far the fuck away from me. I plan to work on me, my self worth, my boundaries. All those things I said still stand. I haven’t had a conversation with anyone outside of platonic friendships, I’m not seeking, only holding small hope there’s someone right for me. But if not I think I’ll be ok. I don’t talk to anyone and old me would have gone stir crazy, trying to not focus on me and having constant distractions but now a days the thought of someone clouding my thoughts is just simply beneath me. I have clear goals. I try to factor in a new healthy habit every week, I don’t seek validation for doing better, it’s all hidden progress. That I guess the right people will see. But with all this healing this is my final “crash out”.. Fuck you. You have turned into the epitome of men I don’t give a second glance too. Your behavior has lowered my view on you exponentially. If I didn’t know you & seen your dating app profile it would be a quick swipe left & never thought about again. You can build this dream you have brick by brick but it will never impress me because your colors are putrid and undeserving in my eyes. I could spew hateful insults at you but your dispicable inflated ego would feed off them like the roach you have become. & I may be all this and more in your eyes as well & the greatest gift I gave myself is I don’t give a fuck. The tie is severed, go fly you fucking peacock.

She,

One day we will hike through Purgatory Chasm like we did when we were teenagers. For now, we continue moving forward. We can't mourn at our graves while we are still alive. Feel your heart, feel your pulse. Notice how it races. You are alive.

Drink in the world. You are here. The noise doesn't matter. Only the grit of your teeth and the texture beneath your fingers tells you that you haven't lost yourself in the noise. Don't forget to pick yourself back up after you are done mourning a version of yourself you can be whenever you try.

The momentary pockets of reactivity don't define you if you don't dwell within them. I get caught up sometimes, too.

Here's my hand again when you're ready.

D

I know you are mad at me. You did not say it out loud, but my mind is telling that you probably hate me now. I apologised, and you accepted my apology. But, deep down my heart, I feel that you don’t want me as a friend anymore. I respect your decision with a heavy heart. Unfortunately, we still see each other at work, and I am trying to keep distance from you. I just want to tell you that I am not mad at you. I am just avoiding you so that you don’t feel uncomfortable. Part of me still hope that we can remain as friends that we used to be. But, I am not putting up any expectations around that hope. I still cherish the good moments we had before I hurt you. But playing those good moments in my memory also causes me pain and regret. I don’t know when I can get over the regret of ruining a perfect friendship. I want you to be happy with or without me.

It is fate

We always knew… we didn’t meet to get married or be together

We always knew, and decided to challenge the universe anyway

Pain is the consequence The consequence, I’ll not trade

I always knew that I’ll be your reason that your life changes its course

I always knew that we met for the ending I know today

The ending that leads towards the beginning

The beginning of our fate

Dear Nerd, beloved Equinox Girl,

you might've been right that we don't know each other that well, even though I've always felt that I've known you forever. I just wanted you to know that you're very very special to me, and what happened last Sunday, another one in our countless disconnections - I fucking feel like a pos for doing it. For doing it in that exact moment, with you out there, somewhere, probably needing help and support. I know you do. I feel like a scumbag, like someone who left behind someone dearest in time of their need.

But I had to. You know the reasons.

I had to do what I abhor: weigh someone else's emotions against mine. Decide which one needs more protection. This time it was mine.

And I still feel like a scumbag for that move, make no mistake.

Life sucks. I love you. Take care, see you around.

Edit: lest we never meet again in person: I forgive you for everything and anything you might've done wrong (or think that was wrong, you silly), even though I haven't seen that list yet ;) You know it's damn near impossible for me to hold a grudge against you.

A Letter to the Man After

Emotions are so strange. They have a way of creeping up on us when we least expect it, and unfortunately, my strongest emotions became tied to you. Looking back, it makes sense. I had just walked away from a long-term, abusive relationship — a relationship I had mentally checked out years before. I had to leave behind the dog I loved, which shattered me. I abandoned my previous career ambitions and was struggling to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. And on top of all that, I was fighting an uphill battle with addiction.

Then I met you, in the strangest of places.

You were a breath of fresh air in chaos — the perfect friend at the perfect time. It was uncanny, like looking into a mirror and seeing myself reflected, but in the form of a man. That probably sounds strange, but it’s the truth. You reminded me of my brother — one of the gentlest, smartest, and funniest people I know. You were kind like him, sharp, and thoughtful in a way that felt rare. I had never met anyone quite like you before.

And, for a moment, I thought you felt the same about me.

Maybe that was my escapist mentality at work. Maybe it wasn’t real, but I wanted it to be. I still want it to be. Because even after I conquered the alcohol addiction, you became my alternative substance.

I remember when you promised to go hiking with me after everything settled down. It was such a small thing, but it felt monumental at the time. I’d been so used to unfulfilled promises in the past that I couldn’t help to ask, Do you really mean it? And you said yes. Why did you say yes?

When I became vulnerable with you, you told me you felt the same way. Maybe not as intensely as I did, but still, I thought we could work through that. Yet, as time went on, something felt off. Maybe it was unrealistic hope speaking, or maybe it was my intuition, but I asked you — begged you — to tell me if you didn’t feel the same way. I needed clarity, even if it hurt. And time after time, you gave me nothing but unclear answers. Couldn’t you see that clarity was my way of cutting the attachment before it became a deeper wound?

Why did you do that to me?

And then, as if overnight, you changed. You became another broken promise in a long list of unfulfilled expectations that still haunt me. Yes, I can blame myself. I can call myself codependent, insecure, unrealistic — any number of self-deprecating terms that come so easily. But I’m tired of blaming myself. I think, deep down, you knew exactly what you were doing.

You were the straw that broke the camel’s back. The final crack that makes me believe I could no longer trust anyone, no matter how kind they seem. You poured salt on an already wounded heart I can no longer trust anyone, no matter how kind they present themselves. You poured salt on an already wounded heart.

But then I ask myself: Did you know what you were doing? You said you thought it was best if we took time to focus on ourselves and at the time, At the time, I felt betrayed. I felt abandoned. But now I wonder — did you know? I felt betrayed, but did you know?

Did you know that you were jump starting my true healing process? One that forced me to look deeper within myself to uncover the hidden splints keeping the void in my heart open. Maybe you didn’t realize it, or maybe you did. But in your own way, you pushed me to face the one thing I had been avoiding for so long: myself.

You held a mirror to the parts of me I didn’t want to face and, without saying a word, showed me what I had to do. You didn’t tell me it was time to heal. You didn’t tell me it was time to love myself. But by stepping away, you forced me to. You left me with no choice but to address the principle of love toward myself — love I had been so desperately seeking from everyone else.

And for that, I say thank you.

Sigh, buster, sigh. Reply to me, talk to me, see me more often than this, I'm trying to love you. I always try to look pretty for you, I wonder if you see anything in me. Are you looking elsewhere? I'm emotionally jaded. I don’t exactly get excited by words anymore, I need to see them through actions.

I remember that night when you took me back to your home and took care of me. You cooked for me, kept me warm, kept me safe, held me and told me that I was your baby. l had never felt such tenderness. Was it real to you? It was dear to me. I’ll never forget the you of that night. Even if the magic between us is gone, I will always think back to you fondly.

I can't help but think that I’m not what you want. And I can’t help but see that why would anyone see anything in me. I just want to be special to you. Truly. Tell me what I can do to make you want me. Don’t break my heart, please. I want to be yours. Do you want to be mine? I think I know your answer. I don't want to face it. I don’t want to let go of you.

I dream of coming home to you. I dream of waking up to you one last time. I wish I could tell you how much you mean to me before this comes to an end.

i wrote you so many undelivered physical letters dude. i painted your name in the sky. i tattooed your name in my mind. i wanted to create a world for you because after all this is your world. but you don’t love me. at-least not as much as i love you.

and that’s okay, i guess, cus it ain’t nothing i ain’t used to fr. you lived more of a life than me. you got wonderful kids. you got family. you don’t need me fr. im just a 24 year old kid. i’m dumb as fuck for thinking something was in the air -like it was supposed to be meant to be or sumn. when our support died we got so close and idk. anyways, ian got much to say anymore.

i still do hope u can atleast tell me something or call or something. i miss you every fucking day dude. when you sent that video to me i deadass fell to the ground, the sound of your voice idk bro. anyways, that’s it.

Beginning to realize that even though he doesn't want an actual relationship right now, which i prob shouldn't right now anyway, things have progressed into bdsm sessions, i want him to be my Dom and he wants me to be his slave. Wondering if anyone else has had a strictly bdsm relationship only and how that's worked out for you? It's exciting and i do like the thought of having someone tell me what to do, and fully submit to someone❤️ with some cuddles of course at the end. This is my first time so any advice or insight would be appreciated 🫶 i know it's my first time and i think it's his first time with this kind of dynamic as well.

I knew you for a season
Back in 2023, and
You've haunted me since,
My mind stuck on your grin.
I've begged my soul
To let you go,
Move forward, move on.
Look up at this new dawn
This new era, this new season
Something for me to believe in.

But there's your ghost
Looking at me on the opposite coast.
My hearts tangled up with you,
While I'm begging for something new.
Please say you miss me
That you've dreamt of kissing me.
Prove to me I'm not alone here
Even if it's been a year.
I dream of you often
My heart starts to soften,
And there I am left
A victim of your theft.
Give me my heart back
Its you that I lack.

You ask me what I'm thinking about

I tell you that I'm thinking about

Whatever you're thinking about

Tell me something that I'll forget

And you might have to tell me again

It's crazy what you'll do for a friend

🫶🏻♥️ one more day

Oh, mon cœur, I wish I had so much… more to give you. That I knew more languages with which to speak my love to you. More skill to craft those words. More time, for us to explore each other's minds and souls to our hearts' content…

But what I really need, mo ghrá…

What I really, really need…

Right now.

Is more hands with which to touch you.

One, to cup your cheek as I lose myself in the beautiful depths of those brilliant sea greens…

And another, to find its way to your back, fingertips softly tracing along the perfect curve of your spine…

One, to rest on your waist, pulling you gently closer to me as it glides slowly down your hip…

One more, combing softly through that most lovely of all hair…

And one to trace its way up your tummy to find a breast, guiding your nipple to my eager lips…

And yet another, to take your hand, beautiful and elegant, and press it into the bed behind you…

Still another, to grasp your perfect ass, pulling you closer and closer, so that you can feel just how very much I've been looking forward to this moment…

And one to trace out your sweet lips before you taste my fingertip as it presses into you…

One to cup your other breast, teasing your nipple with my thumb.
One gently but firmly pulling apart your thighs
One reaching down to explore the warm softness between your legs
One tracing down your spine, your tailbone, down and down
One guiding your hand to wrap itself around me
One, fingers glistening and hidden

One and one and one and one and one more.

Everywhere.

Each nerve ending. Every pleasure center.

Every. Where.

You. Loved and explored. Worshiped, wholly.

Ahhhhh, babe…

I may not have enough, but this I swear…

I will do everything that I can
With everything that I have.

Always.

For I am yours.

I was just a kid when i fell in love with you. I didn’t know what love was. Hell I didn’t even think love was real. I used to think love was an act people put up. That all changed when I met you .

You showed me the world in a way that I never could never see before. Man for some reason you saw something in me I could never see in myself. You believed in me. You fought for me even when I gave up on myself. You challenged me. Made me a better person. You saved me. How could I not fall in love with you.

Everything was so effortless with you. You showed me the good in the world and slowly you became my world. When i was with you everything seemed lighter. My mind would go quiet. I would feel at peace. Seeing you laugh made me happy. Looking into your eyes made my heart skip a beat. It felt like the sun was rising after a long dark winter. The colors were brighter, the music more melodious and for the first time in my life my heart felt alive. Every heartbeat felt like it had a meaning like it was saying something that was only meant for you. I could just be with you forever. And i used to be so scared because it was so new to me. I didn’t know what was happening. But i knew it was too late. I knew that I couldn’t control it anymore. You had my heart and there was nothing i could do about it.

I remember the exact moment when I knew. In 11th when you hugged me in the middle of math class. I just knew this is the girl that I want to spend forever with. I was just a kid but god damn I knew. And i had never been so sure about anything. The night when you confessed that you felt the same is probably the most important night of my life. I felt so much. I wasn’t just happy i was literally starstruck. It felt like I was in a dream. She loves me???? I couldn’t believe it. Everything that i had hoped for came true. Everyday since that night i have loved you. Everyday I would wake up thinking i love her so much its not possible to love her more and the next day i would be proven wrong. We have been through so much together now. So much. And I still feel the same. Infact I feel more in love with you than ever. That kid was right. He is going to spend the rest of his life with you.

You are the perfect person for me. The most beautiful, the most amazing, the most caring, the most kind girl in the world and she loves me. I want to grow old with you. I want to explore the world with you. I want to love you till my last breath. You make this world 100x better and you make my life a million times better. You are everything I dreamed of and more.

Thank you for taking a chance on that kid. Trust me if he could see me right now I would get the hardest high five from him. I honestly would be lost without you. You complete me. I can guarantee that in every lifetime we chose each other because there cant be anyone else. You are my home. No matter where I am I know my final destination will be you. I honestly dont think there are many people in this world who have ever felt the way that we do because this is more than just love. Its devotion, its appreciation, its destiny. Its us.

I love you forever and always.

Yet you still don’t believe me. You’re holding on to some ounce of hope that things will be different, but they aren’t.

If you truly loved and respected me, you would have taken viable action to protect and comfort me, instead of constantly leaving me questioning our connection and fearing your next unpredictable move. I am no longer interested in clarifying anything and you should have noticed the cord cut last week and the distance it has taken me since.

Following me around, as well as the people I love, is not going to get you anywhere.

I’m not saying that avoiding the elephant in the room is the right move, but you need to reflect on the pain you have put on to others and the demonic soul ties you haven’t allowed yourself to process and alchemize.

If you aren’t vulnerable and honest with the pain and suffering you’ve experienced, nobody is going to know how to help you. So seek help.

This is one of the hardest things I’ve had to write, but I feel it’s time to let go. You’ve been an important part of my life, and I’ll always appreciate the memories and lessons we’ve shared.

Sometimes, paths diverge, and it’s better for both people to move forward separately. This isn’t about blame or bitterness—it’s about what feels right for the future.

I wish you nothing but happiness and success ahead. Thank you for everything.

Take care,

A

Everyday, I wake up and I know that you are the only one who can make my heart beat so fast and so calm at the same time. With you, I find peace and solace. I want you to know that I will choose you, over and over again. My heart will not falter, it won't weaken and it won't ever stop loving you. I've loved you yesterday. I am still madly in love with you today. And I am extremely certain that I'll still fall in love with you again tomorrow. You're my now and always. ❤️

Twin Flames?

Well Ms A may I take a moment to simply explain why I left my client relationship with you ?

It’s because you rejected my request to be friends outside of the treatment room.

Let me also write that I really appreciated the treatments and the space you provided to forget all of my responsibilities and it was restorative to me.

Do I miss you? Yes, do I have good feelings about and towards you? Yes.

Why did I do all those things? Simply expressing my thankfulness to you. This is part of my nature and something that I have done all my adult life. If you look up my ascending sign you’d see it’s part of my nature to a fault I might add.

I sensed that you are just as giving but often did not receive either because you are not comfortable with receiving (my problem) or people don’t notice and simply take from you. Not my style.

So why did I leave? Well I am a bit sensitive and it took a lot of strength to ask you to have coffee and spend time with me though I knew it would not be a lot of time.

Once I asked you I was exposing a bit of my heart and the dynamics between us would be different and I would be uncomfortable in a treatment scenario.

But if you’re willing to meet and have coffee and conversation I’m more than willing.

You’ve been on my mind continuously since September this year. In fact every morning and evening.

I have not blocked you anywhere and I’m still on LinkedIn and I think you still have my business card.

But if not I continue to wish you all the best, like I said before you are the only person that I experienced energy with, I will send you a few colours right now that I’ve sent before.

About 8:30 am in Tuesday the 3rd of December only 25 days away from when you sent me that text.

All the best to my unexpected twin flame !

D.

This is probably the most positive letter I've ever written. I wasn't so sure I would hear the words you said yesterday. My insecurities tend to get to me, I honestly didn't think I would hear them.

I know it's not a guarantee, nothing ever is. But, one can hope. I will absolutely welcome you into open arms. I've been wanting to take the next step with you. If you're ready, I'm ready, love.

I've been dreaming of what could be for awhile now. I want to experience life with you fully, do all the things we love together. Explore, invest together, hold one another, fall asleep in your arms.

You are the most caring, kind, loving, sweet sweet man I've ever known. I want to take this chance with you, with us. I'm excited, I hope this is something that comes to fruition. I love you.

i bet you never even told your girlfriend about it all. i bet that was a lie too. yk it’s funny for so long i put you on a pedestal above anyone else in my life because i thought our love was genuine and special, i thought “ i know we both have made mistakes in the past but he will never hurt me” but you turned out to be worse than them all. you are just a fake lying coward who can’t even face his own feelings. do you know how childish and pathetic it is to ghost someone. especially someone you wanted to “figure out life with””always keep in touch” “planned our future together” it’s stupid because i loved/ love you so much and you make me feel like it’s us in the end then continuously go get into new relationships. you probably tell them all the same thing too. i hope she finds someone else just like you could always replace me so easily. i hope she breaks your heart like you did to mine. i wish you could’ve just been honest from the start. i just wanted it to be you. i would’ve dropped it all for you. i wish you never gave up and chose other girls over us. i only walked away because you made me feel like i was a fool for staying and loving you despite you always choosing someone else. i wish you would just own up to your feelings not push them away. i wish you realized i was ready to spend the rest of my life with you.

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Look I've thought about this way too much. I know it's late but I can give you the full no bs version of where my mind was . This is horrible.. I want to be in your life. Please don't make me go. I have issues. It was never you. I clung on to the past. Because it hurt. I've finally had to let go of it Don't be a lesson.. this is never going to happen again. It's a pointless lesson. So why make it one..

Why can't you understand. I know your worth. It was never about that.

Lets just be cool. I know I pissed you off. This whole thing went down in the worst way possible. Don't give it up. Don't make me quit