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thank you for one of the most wonderful and exciting weeks of my life. thank you for giving me such a refreshing experience in times of stress for me, and thank you for teaching me more about what i value in a person. thank you for being part of a happier version of myself than i previously was. i really wish i had talked to you earlier, talked to you for longer, had more conversations and moments together. i wish we had more of what we had yesterday. i wish you’d known how much i liked being next to you and how much i admired your volleyball and how much i wanted you to notice me. i hope you know that because of you, i was motivated to play better. we’ll go our seperate ways, and maybe never see each other ever again. in another life where you wouldnt be so far away and we wouldn't have completely different native languages, things couldve been different; but, in this one, its impossible to be more than just a brief summer connection. thank you for giving me confidence and thank you for giving me something to look forward to. one day you’ll graduate university, have teammates and friends ive never met, and stories id never know; probably even a special someone of your own(how could you not, when you look like that?). And it's strange and scary to think that someone who feels so vivid to me right now will become a complete stranger again. its bittersweet, sorrowful almost. im going to be honest; one of my biggest regrets isn't that I never told you I liked you(even though theres a bit of that one too); It's that I spent so much of our time together convincing myself I couldn't talk to you, only to realize on the last day that I could. in short, i wish we had more time. time was all i thought i had until i lost it; i didn't realize i was counting down our last days together until there were no days left to count. when i first arrived, the days had felt endless, but looking back, it seems like they passed in the blink of an eye. watching you play made me want to improve; it still does. It wasn't just because I liked you; I genuinely loved watching someone care so much about getting better. you make me not only want to like and admire you; you made me want to compete with you as well. Every compliment from you meant more than it should have. Every time you noticed a good pass or a good receive or sometimes even a good hit, I carried it with me for the rest of the day. i so desperately wanted you to think i was good, so i tried harder every day. theres so many questions i never got to ask you and i wish i did. Id never tell you these things, but i was always looking for you; id always hope that i was on the same team as you; i was always hoping you'd serve at me if you were on the other team. i kept finding myself more and more drawn to you, your face, your skill, your personality. thank you for mattering so much, and im so so so so grateful for you. its so painful for me right now because i never got solid evidence of your feelings for me. that’s partly on me for not even asking, but your actions only tell me a “maybe”. and that hurts, so much. were your compliments and support a personality thing, or were you actually interested? did you tease me because you just were comfortable enough w me like you were with everyone else, or was it because you wanted that spark? did we mean something to you, as much as we meant to me? ill never forget you; or maybe i will. but i hope, i so sincerely hope, i never forget you. so, don't forget me either. never stop trying, and i hope your life goes smoothly. i was never in love with you; not even close, i hadnt known you long enough; i was in love with the possibility of spending more time with you and what we couldve become. i was in love with how terrifyingly, irrevocably alive i felt with you. I think what hurts most is that I finally started talking to you right before I had to leave. i wasn’t - still am not - ready to let you go. thank you for adding such a beautiful chapter to my book.

Hey, I don’t think this is something I really want to talk about, but for the first time, I’m scared that I’m slowly forgetting you. From the way your face really looks, to the way your eyes crinkle when you smile, even down to the little line on your chin. You’ve turned 21, Nihar, and I don’t know how it’s just another normal day for me. It only hit me when I saw someone post about you. I’m so perplexed by the fact that I was terrified of facing this day, and somehow, I did. Im happy nihar , thanks for building me this way.

Cass Sorry for everything I said to you I really like you Cass I love you, this is zyrine Cass I can't find you're account anonymous that's why I can't reach out to you, I really miss you my grandma take care of yourself don't drink too much coffee. Iloveyou you take care.

I’d like to convince myself you’re just infatuated with me. We’ve been friends since three or four years ago, and honestly, i like how things went through. You were like a little brother to me. I watched how you love and how you left every time, while still holding on to me as your friends. And I wanted to keep it that way. Yes, I’ve noticed it. The patterns were not hard to recognise and by the way you keep on trying to reach out to me—one would think you’re too easy and loud to fall in love. Here’s the thing, I have no feelings for you, and there’s no chance I’ll ever use pity as an excuse to give you a try. You never even truly knew me, because I kept my image too pretty for you and for others. You don’t love me—you love the idea of dating me. You liked the way I treated you, how I keep my tone and how neutral I was towards you. You were so used to the way I treated you, you thought it was something special. But I always laid it out, right? The way I treated you, is exactly how I treated my friends—andI feel guilty for making you love me. I’m sorry, but I can’t give you the love you are searching on me. I see you as my younger brother. Please don’t send me flowers on my birthday—it’ll just make things more harder to process. sincerely yours, christina

i love you so much, to the point na nahihirapan akong iwan ka.

i wish i was kidding when i have to tell everyone that i dont talk or text my boyfriend anymore. I wish that, somehow, i could kiss you and don´t want more. We came from such a greedy nature, and so was i. Then as you never seemed interested in my conversations or opinions. I tried to cheer you up, and you, in favor, made a promise. And i did too. But you insist in being so human. In being something degradable, something...flat. I always wanted to live alone by myself, but, somehow, i was cursed. Cursed forever to love someone who doesnt correspond to genuine, and most true feelings. Cursed forever to cling to someone who does not shape all of my expectations of my true love in my own view. Such as we are a forbidden love for society, for your parents. The world has cursed you for not corresponding to the feelings of a dear one whose your body tries to reject, but in your mouth, it tells such a different tale. I was never so sane, but i have to say. I cannot lie, i wish i loved you way more than i actually do. I am not obssesed, is this people and you. Please, listen. Itsuki, you are the most grandious thing in my existence. We are big nothings compared to the entire universe, you and me, me and you, we, in every universe, i will always love way too much. And you, could never love me th way that i do. I want to live in your eyes. I want to touch and rest in you existence. I did not think that was a way to look into someone´s eyes and see much more than just cornea and iris. But when i look into yours, i see us. And i always will.

Sometimes I think about what we had, then I think about you. I barely know you. I knew your birthday, but I didn’t know what your favorite color was, nor know what animal you like, or how your life is at home. I wish I knew about those things. You told me I was the one that messed everything up, but I didn’t feel loved. You didn’t text me, you didn’t call, didn’t reach out. I always did. Until one day, I stopped. I don’t miss you. I don’t carry guilt anymore. Just because I stopped talking to you at the end, doesn’t mean I hated you. Or that I wanted you to die. I didn’t text you because you didn’t either, I didn’t text you because I was feeling bad. I wanted to be gone at this moment, and you didn’t know, didn’t even care to ask why my reposts were depressing. Sometimes I wonder how you really felt. I hope you carry the guilt I had to carry. But I also don’t. I can’t be that mean to someone I once loved. Goodnight

i know for a fact (100% sure) that you won't ever be able to find or read this letter, and that's exactly why i'm writing it to you. just so you know, i don't hate you or anything. i just left because you're younger, and i know that you will be happy with her. the first time we met on omegle, i was so thrilled because you watch anime and you weren't boring to talk to. if i remember correctly, it was 12 p.m. here when i asked for your insta account, just in case you still wanted to keep talking to me. it's actually funny because you told me that i should make the first move, but you ended up doing it anyway. the fact that you waited for me until 3:30 p.m. just made me even more invested in the friendship we were going to have. anddddd i didn't give you compliments back then because i didn't want to get your hopes up. so first of all, i want to thank you for being a part of my life before i turn 20, and for being the first guy i really talked to... for that short period of time, i can truly say that i had fun. for those two months, i was just happy that you were there. sometimes or maybe most of the time—i didn't seem to enjoy your presence, but i really did. i just didn't want to show it because i didn't want you to think otherwise or assume something. the fact that you're younger than me made me more cautious about everything i said or did. you were probably wondering why i was always cold or arguing with you, but it was honestly for the better. but yeah, i miss your two dogs... those black and brown cute doggies. and i miss the owner of those two black and brown dogs, the one i am actually writing this letter for. i miss his thick eyebrows, curly hair, and mustache... my kevin from the despicable me movie... the one who always bothers me and asks, "wyd?" i just miss him because he became a part of my daily routine... i just miss him. it's been 2 weeks since we stopped talking, and in every single day and night of those weeks, i've actually been thinking about you. and i wonder if you still read our conversation and miss those moments? i have so many things to tell you, like how i'm having a bet with god if you're going to text me or not, but it seems like god is already tired of making me realize that this is enough. and if you're wondering if i'm already talking to someone else, yes, i tried to, but nobody feels like you. and today, june 20, 2026, i'm literally writing this letter at 11 p.m. because i suddenly had this feeling that i am missing you, or your presence. thinking about what could've been if i didn't set you up with someone else and told you, "can it just be us instead?" but i'm also thankful or very grateful to myself because i did the right thing. i'm 19 and you're 17, thinking about that makes me want to be buried in the very core of the earth because there is no way that i actually had this something in my thoughts or heart that i am actually liking you. ain't no way. however and unfortunately, i still cried about this... yuck. i am not asking for anything because i accept the fact that we are not meant for this lifetime, that there is no 'us' in this lifetime. i'm just writing this because i want to let it go and move on or forget you. i'm writing just to let you know, but i know you'll never know. you'll never even know how much i cried for you, let alone read this letter.

Ilysm katir imup

I knew something changed when you shared your music taste with me. When you showed me which band you liked and which song better was. Ever since you showed me your favorite song, I considered it my favorite too. It wasn’t even the genre I usually listen to. But I kept replaying it till I knew every single word. I want it to be you, in every universe. I want you to correct my grammar in every universe, and maybe also make fun of how I can’t say the word „horror“ in english. My grammar got better, but I don’t want it to be better. I want you to correct it over and over again. Not because I would feel bad, but because you talk. You rarely talk. You talk to your friends, maybe tell them that I’m a „friend“ of yours. Maybe tell your closest friend that you like me. I’m sure you’re not doing this for fun. You’re not messing around with me, I know. But sometimes I feel stupid and pathetic. Like now, I feel pathetic because I actually write about a boy that thinks I’m a friend. Deep down I know you don’t think that way. Why would you tell me that you loved me? Why would you call me your „everything“? When we first met, I told you I only tell people „I love you“ when I really love them. Now you managed to let me say that out loud for you. I think it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it? It’s pretty obvious how I wait for you everyday, I wait for every text, maybe even a call. But I think it won’t last forever, but it sure will last forever in my heart, and I hope in yours too. You’re a sweet boy, that’s why I call you „sweets“. I like sweet candy. But sometimes they’re bitter and sour in the inside. I know you’re one of those candies that are sweet in the inside. The sweet syrup that‘s warm and melts on your tongue. I don’t wanna leave. But I also don’t want you to keep going like this. I don’t wanna be a „friend“ of yours. Do you say „I love you so much more my sweet angel“ to your friends? I don’t think so.. I still miss you everyday. I‘ll always do. But not because you’re gone, but because I know I won’t be feeling anything in a while. - your „sweet girl“

Heres to you being da gina linetti to my jake peralta. i dont tell u dis enough but u really are my bestestest friend STAY DICSLEXIC AND GOATED KID LOVEYOU yaas so anyhoo u da goatedest gurliepop and im soso glad we met 😛🌻💕 i wouldnt trade our calls and all ur ragebait for ANYTHINGGG in da world 🫶👯‍♀️ so uhhuh keep sharing dat one braincell with me even after school, okay? ☹️⭐️ illmiss

haii my bff, 8th grade goated me happy we met, u da nicest friend I got, reallyyy really nice friend u r, don’t be cheatin’😘 ragebait my luv lingo🤪💌

Fahhh... hai fahh happy graduate yaa. Makasihhh buat semua nya yaa. Makasih udah jadi salah satu temen baik akuuu. Maaf kalo aku seringg buat kamu keselll. Jangan lupain aku yaaa, sapa tau nanti kita ketemu pas gede. Maaf gak bisa kasih something yang mewahhh tp iniblucu banget cocok untuk kamu. Kalo aku dm km berarti aku lg pegang hp, bales yaaa 😊 . Maaf kalo suratnya telat bangett. Thank you ya fahhh. Huu.... sedih. Dont miss me bye fah. Love youuu muahhh

Hi, Rox. I'm terrible at writing letters without thinking them through, so I'm doing it on a random website, anyway. I always feel bad for not knowing how to show you how much I love you. You're amazing, and I admire you so much. Sometimes I think I'm a tsundere because I feel like I treat you badly because I'm embarrassed to treat you well. What silly logic, AJKAKAKAK. When I first met you, I remember not knowing what to do and feeling nervous, thinking I was making you uncomfortable. I'd bring up any topic to keep the conversation going, and now I feel like you're the one doing it. I feel comfortable around you, but I always feel guilty for being so tired even after sleeping my 12 hours. I love you so much, and I'm sorry I don't show it or avoid talking about these things in person. You're truly one of the best people I know, even though I feel like you think you're the annoying one. I love you, and I could never hate you, no matter how much you tease me with your "ara ara." I hope I'm not foolish enough to stop talking to you now that we won't be at the same school. I admit I'm going to miss you so much. I remember the first time we talked; I felt like you were the first friend I hadn't suffered for, the first with whom I didn't have to suppress my emotions or pretend to try to make you happy. But at the same time, I feel like I'm not a very good friend to you; I'm quite bitter. That's why I wanted to give you a gift before we leave. By the way, I don't want any hateful comments when you see my beautiful gift. Anyway, goodnight. You're the best, Roxi (after Canelo). If this is written in English, it's because the website requires it ok 💔.

It's been almost ten months since we parted ways, and somehow, the world kept moving even when mine felt like it had stopped. For a long time, I thought I would spend the rest of my life grieving what we could have been. I wasn't expecting the loss of you to unravel me the way it did. I loved you more deeply than I ever realized, and when you left, I carried that pain in ways I'm not proud of—physically, emotionally, and mentally. Looking back, I was simply trying to survive a heartbreak I didn't know how to endure. Time has softened some of the hurt, and while the ache still lingers, I've slowly begun accepting that life moves forward whether we're ready for it or not. If you were to ask me whether I still love you, my answer would still be yes. Not because I refuse to move on, but because I don't know how to unlove someone I once would have risked everything for. It may sound foolish, obsessive, or painfully cliché, but what I felt for you remains one of the most genuine things I've ever known. I know your heart belongs to someone else now, and I've come to accept that, even if the truth hurt more than I can describe. What stung wasn't simply that you found someone new—it was realizing that the person you chose had always been there, quietly occupying a space in your heart while ours was falling apart. Maybe I have no right to question who you love, but the feeling of betrayal is something I've never fully learned to forget. There are still questions I carry with me. We both said things we shouldn't have, and I won't pretend I was blameless. I made mistakes, and I took responsibility for them because you deserved that much. But sometimes I wonder if you've ever truly reflected on the ways you hurt me too. There was a point where losing you pushed me into such darkness that I genuinely thought about ending my life. That's not something I say to make you feel guilty; it's simply the truth. Yet despite all of it, despite the anger, the disappointment, and the scars you left behind, I no longer carry hatred for you. Holding onto resentment became heavier than carrying the heartbreak itself. So now, all I can do is wish you well. I hope you and your partner find the happiness we couldn't give each other. I hope life is gentle with you, and I hope every dream you've ever held close finds its way into your hands. I also want to apologize for the ways I hurt you. We're both human, both imperfect, and both deserving of another chance at becoming better than who we once were. There are still countless things I could say, but some words are better left unsaid, and some feelings are meant to be carried quietly. Before I end this letter, there's one last thing I want you to know: I'm keeping my promise. I know it's irrational, and I know you've probably forgotten it entirely, but a part of me still holds onto it. I've turned away people who were willing to stay because my heart never truly let go of what it wanted. Maybe that makes me a fool, but I've accepted that some forms of love aren't meant to be understood. I'll continue moving forward, pursuing law school and becoming the attorney I've always wanted to be. In some way, the dream of one day helping bring you the justice you deserve became one of the reasons I kept going. So wherever life takes you, I hope it gives you everything you've ever wished for and more. And if our paths ever cross again, I hope we'll meet as two people who survived what once broke them. Until then, take care, my solace. I'll be here, quietly carrying the memory of you. Till next time. FROM THE ONE STILL HOPING THE STARS LEAD YOU BACK.

I want to experience that romantic kind of love that you see in the movies. The ones that make you believe that soulmates are real and you'll meet your person at some coffee shop or just happen to bump into them one day on your way to work and you just make that instant connection. However, realistically, I know the chances of these happening are small to impossible. All I say to everyone who knows me is that I am perfectly okay being single all my life, and I say this with the absolute truth that I can be, but I don't want to. I guess in my head I'm in love with the idea that finding this type of love will immediately solve all of my problems, both the external and the internal

"I'm sorry for my words and actions. I never wanted to hurt you. Please forgive me if you can. 💔🥀"

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DEAR CHESTER I'LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU NO MATTER WHAT BUT YOU'RE HURTING ME AND IT'S TIME TOO LET GO I'M SORRY - YOURE ELS💕