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Tuhan capeekkk....! Menunggu seseorang dalam diam, berharap seseorang dalam diam. Terkadang saya merasa ga pantas di miliki orang itu tuhan. Tuhan kamu tahu aku mengagumi dia tolong jangan siksa aku tuhan dengan perasaan yang tanpa berujung ini. Saya ingin bahagia saya ingin normal tanpa ketergantungan dalam hayalan ku. Tuhan di mataku dia sangat sempurna ibarat beribu bintang di langit malam hanya dia yg paling terang sedang kan aku hanya astroid kecil yang mengembara di langit malam. Tapi satu hal tuhan aku sangat mencintai dia dan jika bukan dia orang yang tepat buat aku tolong jangan buat aku terlalu larut dalam perasaan ini.... I Lv buat Qm 8 maret 2026

Aku mencintaimu. Tapi aku tidak tau cara memiliki mu...!!

Buenoss diasss, tardes, noches queridos televidentes hoy tengo el mismísimo placer de contarles una historia sobre un chico q se fue enamorando poco a poco de la mujer más guapa q existe en toda la esférica tierra donde habitamos, donde muchos cometen el horrible error de llamarlo hogar, y de se seguro se preguntaran el por qué, q se fumo este chaval, pq para ciro el unico lugar q puede ser llamado hogar tiene 5 letras, ustedes q piensan? q puede ser esa cosa q ciro considera un hogar, 5 letras...? penes? no, la palabra correcta queridos televidentes es aidis, si, vos chaval, la mujer más interesante de toda España pq sos mí único hogar en donde planeo quedarme por una banda de tiempo, pq sos la chavala más interesante q conozco dónde cada día con vos es como despertase abrir la heladera y encontrarse la milanesa q sobro del día anterior, si, así de lindo es hablar con vos chaval, bueno, sigamos con esta hermosa historia llena de amor, suspenso, fotos pies, EHHHH hola? bueno q pasa, la chavala ida decide querer conocer al tío majo este q es un capo, y obvio el ciro todo inocente no sabía q por delante de él estaba pasando la mujer más increíble de todas, bueno ciro decide darle una oportunidad para q se conozcan, q pasa en ese momento? resulta ser q ambos se estaban empezando a enamorarse uno del otro, ida decide pasarle una foto a ciro, ciro todo emocionado por ver la foto dice q si, q dale, ida toda una maja le pasa una foto de sus ojos, ciro todo sorprendido no puede creer lo q ve, seguro se estarán preguntando el pq? y si, ciro se quedó totalmente enamorado de sus ojos, para ciro era como ver los ojos más hermosos q había visto en toda su fuvking vida, ciro todo nervioso le dice q tiene unos buenísimos ojos, pasan los días charla va y viene, hasta q llegan un punto donde el pequeño ciro quiere dar el siguiente paso, a q paso se preguntan, seeee al famosísimo "te quiero" ciro lo empieza a usar de repente muy seguido ida toda confundida pq un tío tan guay le dice te quiero se empieza a sentir confundida con todo esto, ciro todo preocupado le pregunta ida todo bien? ida dice q si pero lo q no saben es q ida estaba muy confundida pero no pq no sentía de la misma manera q ciro, pasa q está mujer es la chavala más romántica q existe y empieza a asustarse pq para ella el te quiero es algo muy grande, ida habla con ciro sobre esto, ciro todo triste le dice q la entiende, pasan las semanas e ida decide hablar con el pequeño Ciro, le explica q capaz estaba confundida por el momento pero no significaba q no quería a ciro, así q si, como se lo imaginan, ida empieza a usar el famosísimo te quiero, pasan las semanas ida y ciro avanzan mucho en la relación, empiezan a sentir celos, se empiezan a amar en secreto, hasta q llegan un punto donde para ambos fue la peor desición de la historia de las historias jamas contadas, si, ciro y la tía ida deciden darse un tiempo por pequeñas confusiones q tuvieron en donde no pudieron hablarlas, ambos con el corazón totalmente destruido, se sienten triste, se extrañan mutuamente pq saben q están echos del uno para el otro, hasta q entienden q pueden volver a intentarlo, ambos emocionados por un nuevo comienzo diciden aceptarlo, el famoso cida estaba creciendo más q nunca, charlas y charlas, más llamadas y más llamadas, hasta q si, empezaron a ser más cariñoso con el uno al otro, ida cada vez más segura de si misma empieza a mandar fotos a ciro, Ciro obvio con cada foto q veía seguía sin entender cómo la mina está se fija en el siendo la mujer más hermosa q había visto y entonces si, ambos confiesan su amor, pasaron muchas cosas juntos, superándo cualquier obstáculo q se interponga en su relación, hasta q llegan el primer te amo y el más querido mí amor, ciro todo enamorado no puede creer lo q está viviendo, la tía más guapa q conoce le está diciendo amor? ciro todo emocionado empieza a ilusionarse en secreto mientras q de parte la ida, si, también se sentía de la misma manera, ambos enamorados empiezan a ilusionarse con tener una relación, ciro comete un error la de la cual está muy arrepentido, pero no queremos saber de eso, pq? pq está historia es pura felicidad, una gran persona me enseñó q mientras aprendamos de nuestros errores podemos ser mejores personas, entonces ciro se enfoca en ser esa persona q la tía ida se merece, hasta el punto donde ciro todo nervioso quiere confesar su amor y le dicee: ida querés ser el puré de mí milanesa?

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I'm here again, I don't even know where to start this. That day when I heard that word… right there itself I felt like I had already lost something. After that I went through a lot of things… things you will probably never know, and honestly, things I don’t even want to share. Konni moments lo anipinchindi ivanni cheppakudadhu ani. But at the end… nv dhini kuda overthink cheyadam naku istam ledhu. You clearly said, “nen adagalsinavi adigesa… I don’t need any answers and I don’t care about your answers.” But ee particular point lo, nala nuvu kuda questions tho migilipokudadhu ani anipinchindi. Anduke… each and every question ans chesa Not because you asked for it, because you needed to know them ! "Nene vadhilinchukunna Ee matram blame chesukunte chaalu aah ??" Is this all I want from you? Do you think I'm here to blame you back? No, right. Aa roju kuda nenu adhi just a story ani endhuku cheppa? Because I never wanted you to blame yourself. "Nenu oka memory ga unnanu anukunna but oka nightmare antunte antha worst ga unnana anipistundi " Memory? Nightmare? It’s not about you. It’s not about the moments I had with you. It’s about the things I went through after that. The God knows the truth,” ante — “God kadhu, nene suffer ayya” anav. that’s a fact , i can't say no for it Maybe I’m not mentioning your name in my Insta stories anymore. Maybe I’m not talking about you with my friends anymore. But that God alone knows how many times I mentioned your name in front of Him. He knows how many times I went to Him… just so I wouldn’t keep overthinking things. (Nv parichayam chesina " Radha Krishna " ne macha) At the end of everything, naku okate ardham ayyindi macha. We kept arguing and fighting through these WhatsApp texts. But instead of all this, if we had just sat beside each other and talked, like we used to in our college days… looking into each other’s eyes and saying what we actually felt. Because that’s how we used to solve things back then. I strongly feel that if we had done that even once, this gap wouldn’t be here today. (Maybe one right conversation was all we needed to clear this.)

M, You always liked controlling the narrative. It was almost impressive - how quickly you could twist a moment, rewrite a memory, rearrange a room full of people with nothing but a smirk and a sentence. You mocked my face. My body. My weight. You said it casually, like it was entertainment. Like I was a character you’d written purely for your own amusement. And when I left, you didn’t stop. You migrated. Slipped into my old friend group like a parasite finding new host tissue. You rewrote history so cleanly that, for a while, I almost admired the technique. Suddenly you were the wounded one. The misunderstood one. The victim. And I was the monster. Tell me - did you believe it when you said it? Or was it just easier than admitting that cruelty was the only language you were fluent in? You haven’t seen me in three years. Three years is enough time for bones to mend. For skin to thicken. For silence to turn into observation. You thought you were intimidating back then. But I was studying you. I know how you operate, M. I know how you laugh a little too hard when you’re unsure. How you escalate rumours when someone gets too close to the truth. How you panic when control slips from your hands. You don’t scare me. You never did. What scared me was the idea that you might actually matter. You don’t. Here’s the thing about lies: they require maintenance. You have to remember who you told what. You have to monitor reactions. You have to keep adjusting the story so it doesn’t collapse under its own weight. That must be exhausting. I’ve been quiet for three years. Not because I couldn’t speak. Because I didn’t need to. The truth doesn’t beg for attention. It waits. It gathers proof. It listens. And then, when the timing is perfect, it surfaces. You’ve built yourself on distortion. On borrowed sympathy. On a version of events that only survives if I stay silent. I’m not silent anymore. I don’t need to raise my voice. I don’t need to threaten you. I don’t need to chase you. All I have to do is exist - confidently, clearly, unapologetically - and your story unravels on its own. People grow up, M. They start noticing patterns. And you are a pattern. You always thought I was the fragile one. The easy target. The girl you could shrink with a glance. But you miscalculated something very important: You underestimated what happens when the person you tried to erase decides to step back into the room. I’m back now. Not desperate. Not emotional. Not looking for closure. I’m back informed. You should be careful with what you say. With what you imply. With which version of events you choose next. Because when the mask slips - and it always does - it won’t be me scrambling to explain myself. It will be you. And I won’t intervene. I’ll just watch. – remember.

Wow, I wrote a lot of messages here today, I just found out about it. I hope you see this one day, my love.

Hey babe - ik you didn't sleep at all last night because of my snoring and I feel so bad about it. I just wanted to say that I was awake when you pulled me closer to you when it got colder, and you held me there until the morning. I don't even have words to describe how caring you are. I'm so fucking grateful for you. And I know that I would risk my life to protect you. So don't act like you're fine all the time, I know you're not and I'm here for you - every single second of the day. It doesn't matter how far away I am, I would drop everything in a heartbeat for you. I love you, ちゅき. 내꺼 forever and always, - R

To Rikki, I can’t believe I’m standing here without you. Thirteen years old, and you already carried a heart bigger than most people ever will. You dreamed of traveling the world, helping people in danger, being brave - more courage than most adults. And yet… this time, no one could save you. Not me. Not anyone. You laughed like the world was yours to discover. You had energy and kindness that made people feel seen, safe, and alive. Even in your struggles, you made room for others. It’s not fair. You were too bright, too alive, too full of dreams. And I was here. I would’ve stayed up all night. I would’ve carried your weight if you’d let me. Even though you’re gone, I carry you. Every laugh, every glance, every memory we shared - it’s with me. Always. You mattered. You still matter. You will never, ever be forgotten. - your favourite cousin, Nethy

To my best girl, You really left me with the impossible task of making a speech at your funeral, didn’t you? Classic you. Even now, you’re bossing me from wherever you are. We were close in a way that words almost can’t capture. The kind of friendship where one look meant everything. The kind where silence wasn’t awkward - it was safe. You knew me. Really knew me. And somehow still chose to stick around. I’ll miss the little things: our inside jokes no one else would get, the way we laughed at things too ridiculous to explain, the comfort of just sitting together and knowing we weren’t alone. You were kind, funny, brave, and soft in ways people don’t always notice right away. You cared so fiercely for your friends, even when life wasn’t easy. We were supposed to have more time. That hurts. But even in the time we had, you made me stronger, happier, and more aware of how important it is to cherish every laugh, every hug, every ridiculous moment. And just so you know - you succeeded. Everyone here is emotional. Not just because we’re hurting. Because we loved you. Because you mattered. And because you’ll always matter. I’ll carry you with me. In every quiet moment. In every laugh that reminds me of you. In every part of my life that’s better because you were in it. My best girl. Always.

I love you so much it hurts

You're so fucking gorgeous.

My favourite secret, Two years. Two whole years of us being us. Which is kind of crazy considering you still act like you’re in some undercover spy mission every time your friends get remotely close to finding out about me. You’ve almost been exposed more times than a badly written plot twist, and yet somehow you still manage to pretend you’re single. Oscar-worthy performance, honestly. If there were awards for “Girlfriend Who Acts Single But Is Actually Obsessed,” you’d win. Repeatedly. I know you say you want to keep me all to yourself. And I won’t lie - there’s something ridiculously cute about that. Like I’m your little treasure you hide away from the world. But just so you know… I’m not going anywhere. You don’t have to guard me like the last slice of cake at a party. You love so loudly in the quietest ways. You’re the one who holds me together when everything feels heavy. When the world has taken too much from us. When we’ve had to say goodbye to people we weren’t ready to lose. You sit there, pretending you’re fine, making sure I’m okay first - like your heart doesn’t ache too. But I see you. I see the parts you try to hide behind your smile. You’re brave in a way you don’t give yourself credit for. And can we talk about the fact that you genuinely don’t realise how beautiful you are? It’s almost offensive. The way you laugh when you forget to hold it in. The way your eyes do that soft thing when you’re comforting me. The way you frown when you’re concentrating. You are unfairly gorgeous. Unnecessarily cute. Disrespectfully pretty. The way you get shy when I look at you for too long. The way your cheeks warm up when I lean in close. The way you pretend you’re not affected when I whisper something just for you. But I know you are. I love the way you melt a little when I pull you closer. The way your fingers tighten in my shirt like you’re trying to keep me right there. The soft way you say my name when it’s just us. The look in your eyes when the world disappears for a second and it’s only me and you. Those moments? They’re mine. Ours. us being from different cultures… me being half Japanese and Korean, you being Sri Lankan. I know it makes you nervous sometimes. I know you overthink what people might say. What families might expect. But I don’t see “different.” I see beautiful. I see the way our worlds blend in the softest way. The way your traditions, your food, your language, your stories feel like something I want to learn, not something that scares me. You’re not something that needs explaining. You’re something I’m proud of. We’re not complicated. We’re just… us. You don’t have to hide me because of fear. You don’t have to shrink yourself because of what anyone might think. I’m not embarrassed. I’m not hesitant. I’m not going anywhere. You are cute. You are breathtaking. You are unfairly pretty when you think no one’s looking. You are soft and strong and stubborn and possessive in the sweetest way. And when you get nervous introducing me one day? I’ll squeeze your hand and remind you - I’m yours. Not a secret. Not a risk. Not a mistake. Yours. Forever your very patient, very in love boyfriend - R🤍

Hi! I hope this message reach you, and i hope you take some of your time to read this with an open mind and heart. I know that this may sound cringe and corny since we are not high school students anymore, so please bare with me because i'm not used in communicating my emotions well. I'll be straight forward, i am one of those people who admires you from afar—yes, i like you, and if you're asking why? the answer is just because i do, and don't worry i don't expect anything back, no need to reply or anything. Just a question, why are you so cute? haha. anyway, i just did this to release my feelings, because i can't keep this bottled up any longer and by doing this i can now peacefully breathe. don't share this with your friends, ok?! pleeeaaassee!!:((( Good luck on your journey and take care of your life! and always remember that i am here supporting you everyday, also be gentle with your self, ok? never ever doubt your existence and be proud of yourself. no need to know who i am, just so u know i am a man, so if u ever tell this to yourself, they're gonna tease you "may nagkagusto na bading" well, i'm not gay tho hehe. Bye, hope to see u in school! HAHAHA not your block mate, not the same year, and not the same course, thats the only thing i can tell you! thank you, good luck on your studies, congratulations and take care! Yours Truly, Sigmund Freud HAHAHAHAHA

I never thought I would send something like this to you again , especially after what you said to me at the end of 2024. After that day I just isolated myself for some time I'll take about it at end But here I am. Let's look one after one . "Nee frnds yadavalu ani nenu ante naatho orgue chesav naatho matladadam maanesav " Did I Stop talking to you for that reason? Funny Evaro L ante nen accept chesa , chats enjoy chesa , question cheledhu ? I have to mention this..! Valu chats lo natho eppudu aa word use cheyyaledhu. More over, they used code names in front of me. If you don’t want to believe, ask your friends. Ni name ae use cheyyanappudu, how can I even ask them? Appatiki vaditho antha bond kuda ledhu. Only okasari bike lo velinappudu indirect ga cheppa — “Mana intlo kuda ammayilu unnaru ga man… what if someone treats them like this? Will you accept it?” ani. “And you started blaming me.” Blaming you? Apatki nenu em cheppanu ante — “Just jagrathaga ra… it’s better to stop. Inka matladaku. Valu ninu normal ga chudatledhu…” ani. Anthe. Exactly idhe cheppa. I can still remember — water plant daggara nilchuni cheppa. "Nannu vadhilinchukovadaaniki oka pedda story cheppi nannu VP chesav 🙌🏻" Aa story endhuku create chesano… I already explained with those 2 screenshots.(First time explain chesnapudu) In those chats, you were just whispering one thing — to break this bond. You wanted it to end. Appudu naku vere option kanipinchaledhu. If breaking it is what gives you peace… then what else could I do? Naaku nee happiness kanna important inkem ledhu. Yes… I did it. "Nenu correct anadam ley , Nedhi thappu antunna" Yes macha… ippudu nee current version lo chusthe, nadhe thappu. Chala sarlu anukunna — ila cheyakunda undalsindhi ani. Andaru ammayilaki jarigedhi niku avvakudadhu anukunna. Life ni experience tho nerchukovali ani telusu… but na friend life lo bad experience undakudadhu ani protect cheyadaniki try chesi… thappu chesa. "Kavalane vadhilinchukunnav ga ??" Exactly same thing okaroju ninnu nenu adiga macha — “Vadhilinchukodaniki godavapaduthunava?” ani. Appudu nuvvu, “Na friend naku adhi inka nerpinchaledhu ra” annav. Ippudu nenu adugutunna… Did you ever think, ade friend wanted ga idhi chesadu just because he didn’t want to be with you? "Or nee frnds annattu nenu L ani feel ayyi vadhilinchukunnavaa ??" If I really felt for you like this so called “L”… chepthuna ga, ni face kuda chuse vadini kadhu anthe kani… “So and so people tho undaku, they’re not treating you well… stop it” ani cheppe vadini kadhu. I wouldn’t have tried to control you. I would’ve just walked away silently. "I think Creating stories to blame someone is also easy" Did I create a story to blame ? I created it for my favorite persons happiness. To give her what she wished for. If you still feel it was just to vadhilinchukodanike… then you already have your answer. I think yaa i have covered everything 🩷 As I mentioned let's talk about it at end Maybe you’re only looking at your side of the coin the part that feels clear and justified to you. But what about the grey areas? What about the other side… the part you never tried to see? I have Even tried till the end to save this , even i have tried after stating this will be the last time . I have tried till that day in 2024 ( i exactly don't remember that date) after that I felt like... Hoo so to listen this im here? Maybe. Then i stopped there After that, I went through a lot, macha — things you never knew about . Some of them are still nightmares for me. And honestly, I don’t want you to know them either. If I decide to question, there are many things I can bring up. But I stayed silent. Not because I was wrong, because I didn’t want to hurt you more.