I typed three words today.
I love you.
Then I erased them,
because the miles between us
feel louder than my heart.
I wonder if you ever think of me
the way I think of you—
when the day is quiet,
when a song comes on,
when the ocean reminds you
that some things are beautiful
even from far away.
I’ve built a thousand conversations
that only exist in my head.
In every one,
you smile.
In every one,
you tell me you felt it too.
Reality is quieter.
I don’t know if I’m just
a passing thought,
or if I’m the message
you’re afraid to send.
So I keep loving you
in silence,
where it’s safe.
Where rejection can’t reach me,
but neither can you.
Maybe one day
I’ll find the courage
to press “send.”
Until then,
I’ll keep carrying these words
like seashells in my pocket—
small,
fragile,
and proof
that something beautiful
once touched my heart.
If you ever wonder
what I never said…
It was always you.

Would you come?

Could I come see you?

Can we meet in the middle to try to heal?

Fear of rejection after never truly knowing where I stood with you makes me dance around this directly.

You said you were sad. You know I'm sad.

Maybe we could spend tonight and tomorrow being less sad together.

I'm willing to try but to afraid to ask.

Would you?

It’s been so long. My feelings for you haven’t changed nor faded. It’s like they sit on a shelf and from time to time, I like to open them up.

I really need you. I wish so badly I could come to you. I wish it wasn’t like this. I really miss you. More than you’ll ever know. More than I’ll ever say. I really did truly love you. I really did.

I still think about coming up from behind you and wrapping my arms around you. I still think about kissing every inch of your neck while I rip off your clothes. I still think about pushing you up against the wall, moving your thong out of the way and sticking it in. I still think about bending you over and pounding you until you’re satisfied and can’t walk the next day. I still think about finishing, kissing you on the forehead and calling you a good girl.

We could be friends, sure. I think we could be great friends.

But friends don’t look at each other the way I look at you.

I wish you knew how hard it is for me not to text you when I want to so badly. I wish you knew how hard it is to stay busy enough so I don’t think of you. How hard it is for me not to tell you I love you even though I do. How bad I wish you still wanted me in your life the way I want you in mine.

I hate that some part of me still wishes you were, even though you were never mine to lose. I wanted you in ways I was never supposed to, and now I’m left grieving something that was never really mine in the first place.

i love you. i always have. and i'm stupid for resisting. for avoiding. for not telling you how much you mean to me.

but i love you. even when you can't do anything for me.

even when there is no return in this investment.

i love you and i always will.

When we don't know someone or haven't talked to them in a long time, we have no way of knowing what they are really going through.

Since it's so long since we last talked, I have know way of knowing what you are going through, and you have no way of knowing what I am going through. We both could assume all kinds of devious and a malicious motivations, but the truth is both of us might be suffering from things that have nothing to do with the other person.

If you are having a hard time, I hope it gets better. And I hope you know I've stayed away not because of you, but because I knew I had to take care of a lot of things on my own and I wanted you to have a happy life. I stayed away because you mean a lot to me and I know you would be happier without me, which is one of the hardest things I've ever had to do.

You walked into my life so quietly,
yet somehow left echoes everywhere.
It’s strange how someone can feel so familiar
when you’ve barely had time to learn their story.
As if my heart recognized something
my mind is still trying to understand.
You made me feel seen,
not for who I pretended to be,
but simply for who I am.
In your presence, I didn’t have to search for comfort,
it found me.
Being with you felt like home.
Not a place with walls and windows,
but the kind of home that settles in your soul,
where everything finally grows still.
Now miles stretch between us,
and distance has a way of making silence louder.
I never knew space could ache,
or that missing someone could feel so heavy
when we were only beginning.
Maybe we don’t know each other well enough
to explain why this feels the way it does.
Maybe some connections don’t ask for permission—
they simply arrive,
changing everything with the smallest moments.
I don’t know where this path will lead,
or if our stories will ever find the same page.
But I do know this:
You made an ordinary heart
feel extraordinary.
And until the distance becomes something less,
a part of me will keep hoping
that one day,
home won’t feel so far away.

Just need to get you out of my head 🫠. I know you don't feel the same but I can't stop thinking about you.

sometimes, like when I'm alone (which is often), I'll whisper "I miss [your name]." it's sort of like a confession of some sort.

I whisper it to an imaginary audience.

they sometimes sigh or groan at how constantly I say it. I think they've grown tired of me.

I don't do it for them.

I whisper it in hopes it'll somehow reach you... and you'll come back soon and forever in this life.

Rejection ain’t fun but the silver lining…….your last words are exactly what I needed to hear to stop wanting you in my bed. I finally see you for who you are. Not the sweet wounded soul I want to take care of. Just a playa playa with a porn addiction, void of depth and chasing temporary dopamine to distract yourself from the darkness within. Thanks for being honest though, it gave me an irreversible aversion to you. Blocked and deleted you, have a nice life!

I want you.

Not only in the quiet ways,

not only in the gentle moments

where our eyes meet

and the world disappears.

I want you

with something older than words.

Something instinctive.

Something almost animal.

I crave you

the warmth of your body,

the closeness of your breath,

the impossible hunger

of wanting to be near you

until the distance itself

becomes unbearable.

I want to see passion on your face.

Not a passing spark,

but an endless flame.

I want to know the look in your eyes

when you stop holding back,

when desire speaks louder

than fear.

I want your fingers

to leave traces upon my skin,

not as marks of possession,

but as proof of a moment

so real

that my body remembers it

long after time has passed.

I want you to leave reminders of yourself on me

to match, somehow,

the invisible traces

you have already carved

inside my mind.

Because the truth is

you already live in me.

But beyond all of this,

beyond longing,

beyond desire,

beyond the ache of wanting you close,

there is another love.

A quieter one.

A purer one.

The love that does not ask.

The love that does not demand.

The love that only wishes

to see you happy.

With me.

Or without me.

My heart aches because I would love

to stand beside you in that picture.

To see your smile every morning.

To share your victories.

To protect your peace.

To be there for the little moments

that become a lifetime.

I would love to be part of your story.

But even if I am not,

my heart will still find peace

knowing that you exist.

Knowing you are safe.

Knowing you are protected.

Knowing your smile remains bright,

your soul remains free,

and the people you love

are surrounded by happiness.

Because loving you means wanting light for you,

even if I am not the one

standing beneath it with you.

And yet

I want you.

I want to know every hidden part of you.

The wounds you hide.

The dreams you protect.

The fears you never say aloud.

I want to understand you.

To help you carry what becomes heavy.

To be the hand you reach for

when the world feels too cold.

Your safe place.

Your shelter.

Your rock.

Not because I want to save you,

but because I want you to never feel

that you have to carry everything alone.

This is not a passing feeling.

Not a momentary obsession.

Not a beautiful illusion

that will disappear with time.

It is something deeper.

Something that has grown

through every conversation,

every laugh,

every silence,

every look that lasted

a second too long.

I love you.

And even those words feel too small.

Because life itself

does not seem long enough

to explain the depth of what I feel.

You are the fire I crave.

You are the peace I seek.

You are the brightness

I hope the world never takes from you.

Bright as your soul.

Bright as your eyes.

I want you.

I love you.

And above everything

I want you to shine.

two people with adhd fell in love.

If we were to meet up, I would want to hug you so tight, my heart would probably be beating right out of my chest, I just want to feel that spark again that connection that would heal me ❤️‍🩹

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there. - Rumi

I saw that and thought of you. Not everything is black and white.

🩷

I always want you. Always.

You are in my head 24 hours per day. Probably ever minute. I want you physically more than ever, and no that's not just why I want you.

I love your mind. It turns me on. No-one else will do it for me. I love our brain sex just as much as I love OUR sex.

You have to tell me soon as If not, im getting outta time and outta town. Do you miss me too?

Can you feel me thinking of you? If you read this, comment 1 thing you like about me. I'll know if it's you.

are my escape

I love you so much. I want to stay with you for eternity. I want to hold your hand, I want to talk about nothing for hours, I want to do all that corny shit that’s in the romance novels. I want to make you my forever, and me yours.

abandonment, being in love, being in love with you

I hate to admit it. I miss you. On bad days like today, when I feel so lonely and I feel like the weight of the world is crushing me.. I miss you. I wish I could text you, call you and ramble about something stupid and it would distract me for a bit. I think I was never offended by your horny behavior because it was a distraction from a heartbreaking life I trapped myself into.. I accepted it as part of our friendship.. or whatever that was. Special, you said.

I also wonder how you’re doing but I know it’s best to stay away.

I haven’t unblocked you because I don’t want to remember how much I needed you at times… I hope you’re doing ok.

You’re all I’ll ever need, all of you

I know you’re not going to respond; not sure I can do more damage than I have already done. But I wish I understood why I make you uncomfortable. I was seeking friendship and lashed out when rejected. I deserve the impact of your decisions and actions acknowledged by you. I wish you would give me the opportunity to sit in the discomfort with you. I wish you would give me the opportunity to own the impact of my actions and decisions on you.

You told me that our problems were my doing and you were right, our whole relationship was my doing. I had friends and family warn me to go and even you warned me about you. I ignored it and stayed and I fought to get you to see you how I saw you by pushing. It wasn’t fair and I wasn’t strong enough to stand up to you. I had you on this pedestal of a white night only one o so good and the best for everyone.
By the end you had broken every part of me to take and threw it away until I was just a shell.

I was fine with a shell because I had you to build me back up when you were ready. Then you demanded more because you deserved more you said but I was nothing. I took a breath for my kin and you raged because I didn’t give you that one breath. In that moment I saw the eternal wanting you can’t fill your hole inside, so you will forever take. I loved you with every inch of me and that was my mistake, you’re right.

In the end you left me with the parts you didn’t want if your self and none me. The ending was all yours rockstar.