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“After all, soul mates always end up together.”

— Cecelia Ahern, Where Rainbows End / Love, Rosie

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I really hope that she’s my soul mate

“Are you mad at me?”

It’s such a small question, but it carries the weight of every fear I’ve never learned to silence.

Sometimes I ask because the room feels quieter than usual. Sometimes because your reply took a little longer. Sometimes because my mind convinces me that love disappears in the spaces between words.

And then, almost instinctively, I follow it with, “I’m sorry I’m like this.”

I’m sorry that I overthink.

I’m sorry that reassurance feels like air to me.

I’m sorry that I sometimes mistake silence for distance and distance for goodbye.

The truth is, I’m not trying to make you responsible for my fears. I’m just trying to unlearn years of believing that people leave when I become too much.

So if I ask, “Are you mad at me?” what I’m really asking is, “Are you still here?”

And if I say, “I’m sorry I’m like this,” what I really mean is, “I’m trying. I promise I’m trying.”

I hope one day I won’t have to apologize for surviving the only way I knew how.

Until then, thank you for staying long enough to teach me that not every silence is abandonment, and not every difficult moment is the end of love.

My love,

I don’t know if I’ll ever find the perfect words for this, but I hope you’ll hear my heart in the imperfect ones.

Please don’t leave me.

Not because I need someone to complete me, but because I genuinely want to keep choosing you, even on the days when loving me feels difficult.

I know I carry things from my past that sometimes make me react before I think. There are moments when fear speaks louder than trust, when my anxiety convinces me that I’m about to lose you, even when you’ve given me no reason to believe that. I’m learning that those fears are mine to heal, and I’m trying every day not to let them become your burden.

Thank you for being patient with me. Thank you for staying through the tears, the misunderstandings, the overthinking, and the conversations that feel heavy. I know it isn’t always easy.

This relationship has taught me something I never understood before: love isn’t about finding someone who never hurts you. It’s about finding someone who is willing to sit beside you after the hurt, talk through it, cry through it, forgive, and keep trying.

That’s what we’ve been doing.

And I don’t ever want us to stop trying.

I can’t promise that I’ll never make mistakes again. I can’t promise that I’ll never have moments where my fears get the best of me. But I can promise that I will keep growing. I’ll keep listening. I’ll keep learning how to love you in the way you deserve to be loved—not through fear, but through trust. Not through holding on too tightly, but by creating a space where we both feel safe to be ourselves.

You are my first love with a woman, and this journey has shown me that love isn’t just about romance. It’s about understanding another person’s world while also learning to understand my own. It’s beautiful, messy, and sometimes overwhelming—but it’s still the most worthwhile thing I’ve ever experienced.

If there are days when I become difficult to understand, please remind me that we’re on the same team. Remind me that it’s us against the problem, never us against each other.

I don’t want a perfect relationship.

I just want ours.

I love you more deeply than I sometimes know how to express. And if you’ll continue choosing me, I promise I’ll keep becoming someone who deserves that choice.

Please don’t give up on us.

Always,

Your love

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My heart can't handle another break.

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Please don’t leave me.

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I just want it filled.

I think this is the safest place on the internet to express feelings without someone telling you that you’re inhuman.

I Don’t Know Where to Begin

I don’t know where to begin.

Maybe that is the most honest way to start this.

I have so many thoughts in my head, so many feelings sitting heavily in my chest, and sometimes I don’t know which one is real and which one is fear. Sometimes I feel like I am too much. Too intense. Too emotional. Too possessive. Too afraid.

And sometimes I wonder if the person I love feels that too.

Before this relationship, I came from something painful. I was in a relationship with a man, someone I trusted, someone I even married, and I never imagined my life would turn into that kind of story. I felt taken advantage of. I felt used. I felt like parts of me were taken before I even understood what was happening.

But even before that, deep inside, I always knew there was a part of me that wanted to be with women.

Now, I have a girlfriend.

And I love her to death.

But loving her has also shown me parts of myself that I don’t always know how to handle.

There are moments when I feel like I am choking her with my emotions. Like I am putting pressure on her without meaning to. Like my love can become too heavy, too demanding, too afraid of being left behind.

One small change can trigger something big inside me.

She can say she’ll sleep at my place, then change her mind, and suddenly my thoughts start running. A part of me panics. A part of me gets angry. A part of me says, “Maybe I don’t want this anymore. Maybe I should leave first. Maybe I should end it before I get hurt.”

But that is not the truth.

The truth is, I don’t want to break up with her.

The truth is, I love her.

The truth is, my mind is trying to protect me from pain, but sometimes it protects me by attacking the very thing I care about.

I think that is one of the hardest things to admit.

That sometimes my fear looks like anger. Sometimes my sadness looks like distance. Sometimes my need for reassurance looks like control. Sometimes my overthinking makes me want to destroy something before it has the chance to destroy me.

And I hate that.

I hate that I can love someone so much and still question everything when I feel unsafe.

I also know I am not the easiest person to understand. I don’t always feel empathy in the way other people expect me to. Sometimes I feel more sympathy for dogs, for animals, than I do for people. Sometimes it scares me how disconnected I can feel, even from my own mother.

Maybe I connect differently.

Maybe I love differently.

Maybe I am still learning how to be soft in places where life taught me to be guarded.

And then there are moments like tonight.

I dropped my girlfriend off at her house. She had a lot of things with her, and I was running late for a 10 p.m. meeting. It was around 9:40 or 9:45, and I didn’t help her carry her things. I didn’t even wait until she got inside.

She told me to go. She knew I was late. She didn’t want to hold me back.

But still, I feel guilty.

I keep thinking, “I should have done more. I should have stayed. I should have helped. I should have been there.”

And maybe this is what love does to me. It makes me question whether I am enough. It makes me replay small moments until they become evidence against me. It makes me wonder if I am hurting her, shocking her, restraining her, or asking too much from her.

This is my first relationship with a woman, and I am realizing that it is beautiful, but it is also complicated.

She has her own things.

I have mine.

We are both carrying our own baggage, and somehow, we are trying to meet in the middle. Sometimes we match. Sometimes we miss. Sometimes we cross wires and hurt each other without meaning to.

Sometimes we cry.

A lot.

But we also talk.

We forgive.

We come back to each other.

And maybe that is the story I want to tell.

Not a perfect love story. Not a soft, clean, easy kind of love.

But a real one.

A love where two people are learning each other while still learning themselves. A love where fear shows up, but honesty shows up too. A love where we don’t always get it right, but we try to understand what went wrong. A love where crying does not always mean breaking. Sometimes it means releasing. Sometimes it means choosing to stay open instead of shutting down.

I am learning that love is not just about wanting someone.

It is also about asking, “Am I loving you in a way that still lets you breathe?”

It is about noticing when my fear becomes pressure. It is about learning how to say, “I am scared,” instead of acting like I am angry. It is about understanding that my girlfriend is not responsible for every wound I had before her.

She is not my past.

She is not the person who hurt me.

She is someone standing in front of me with her own heart, her own pain, her own limits, and her own way of loving.

And I want to love her better.

I want to love her without holding her too tightly.

I want to love her without punishing her for things she didn’t do.

I want to love her in a way that feels safe, not suffocating.

I don’t know where to begin, but maybe this is the beginning.

Maybe it begins with admitting that I am scared.

Maybe it begins with saying that I am still healing.

Maybe it begins with knowing that I can be complicated and still be worthy of love.

Maybe it begins with choosing honesty over fear.