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[hopeful-romantick]

In my group of friends, there was this girl who always bragged to everyone about her boyfriend, who is now her husband. She constantly talked about how he took care of her and did everything he could to make her his wife. At first, I thought she was just being snobby, so I didn’t pay much attention.

This morning, I fell down the stairs—not a big deal, but my mom was there. We’ve had some distance since I moved out a few months ago. For the first time in what felt like forever, I saw her panic and rush to check if I was okay. She dragged me inside, helping me bandage my injury. In that moment, a memory from high school flashed through my mind. I fell in love with a boy back then, right after he took care of me when I hurt myself on my first bike ride. For a while now, whenever I talk about love, it’s been in the context of feeling unloved.

But this morning made me wonder—maybe that girl at work keeps talking about her love because she feels genuinely “loved” all the time. Her husband’s constant gestures, understanding of her love languages, and providing the stability she needs allow her love to flourish so brightly.

Sometimes, our own past wounds and unmet needs can color the way we see others. Maybe she’s not bragging; maybe she’s just overflowing with something beautiful. And maybe, instead of dismissing it, I should try seeing the world with that same openness, the kind that lets love be something worth talking about.

[hopeful-romantick]

My newfound self-love mindset is in constant battle with the deeply vulnerable girl within me, both struggling to take control. It feels like an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other, but this time I’m unsure which side to follow. I recognize the toxicity, yet like an addict, there’s something intoxicating about it that draws me in. I’m not sure if this stems from past wounds or if my Venus in Scorpio is simply intrigued by the notion of 'love is pain.' It's been difficult to think clearly lately...

[hopeful-romantick]

This was the first time I saw that side of you. So different from the cold, distant facade you usually show me— always focused on something else.

But here you were, lost in the seediest place, surrounded by smoke, flashing lights, and a chaotic mix of people.

You sat there, eyes closed, completely still even when I sat beside you. There was still a distance between us, despite all the time we spent exploring each other's bodies.

Yet you rarely let me close to your heart. I couldn't help but steal glances at you. Yes, we communicated-barely. You looked like a lost boy, but something about you felt familiar, as if I had known you forever. I didn't know what you were going through. I tried to lose myself in the music from the DJ, playing old hits we both loved.

There were brief moments when you’d sing or move along with me, but then you’d retreat back to that "nest". At a time, you even propped your feet up on the table. In that moment, I wished I could take a quick tour through your mind, just to understand what was going on in there.”

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Have you ever felt like crying, suffocating, stuck because you couldn't share it with anyone?

I just went through a 5 years relationship, but actually more like 4 years.

The first year I pursued him. At that time, It was so strange that I kept loving him and forgetting everything, ignoring everything even though he didn't give me that "love". But then we finally became lovers.

I felt so happy thinking hard work will pay off . Just think that he will realize how much I love you so that he will be with me for the rest of his life. But it is true that no one knows what will happen in the futute, right?