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I can't move on knowing that what I did cannot be undone. The amount of guilt is trapping me in a cage making it inescapable on trying to achieve self improvement. I miss the comfort of your words, the warmth of your touch, and the steadiness around the world when your presence is near. I miss your words of affection, let it be through poems or paragraphs it will always have a place in my heart Liam. I hate myself for losing you and now I have no choice but to keep going or hope that maybe we'll be together again.

I love you!

I love you baby boobie... You know what, it's been a long time together and I still admire you like the starting days... I love youu... I don't know whyy but yes I do ... And so so so much. Despite all of the things that made me feel so vulnerable at the moment.. nothing could reduce my love for you... I really love you and want to live with you... You seem everything to me .. i love you 💋💋🦋 I can't live without you... My days don't pass without talking to you... I miss uhhh... Desire of meeting you always stays in my heart like a volcano as sometimes it looks too much but it's there all the times even when it's not actually looking like it is... I love you ❤️🤌

I miss you... I think of you every day... Do you still think of me...? Do clouds still make you think of me...? I can't apologise enough for the pain I caused you... I can't apologise enough for what I did... I just wish you didn't see me as a rapist... I wish you didn't have to cut me off... I wish we could restart... I don't know if you'll ever read this... I hope you don't... It would just fuck more things up... But if you do, just know that I would do, quite literally, anything to have you back in my life... I would move the sun if you would come back and talk to me... Maybe if we sit down and talk, you'd understand what happened... I love you... I always have and I always will... Til the day I die, I will continue to love you... My darling dove, you are the reason I stay on this planet... In hopes you will fly back to me... I love you...

Hey… I’ve never been particularly fluent in the language of affection, but maybe this is my only shot to say everything that’s been on my mind lately. Where do I start? Maybe by wishing you all a very happy Valentine’s Day. This marks my second valentine's flying solo but does that even matter? After all, every day already feels like valentine’s when I’ve got you guys in my corner. It’s kinda funny how I keep joking in the group chat about craving affection when in reality, that’s the one thing I’m not running on empty with you guys around. I’ve always been bad at mingling in group friendships, but this one just hits different in the best way. I love all of you <no exaggeration, no fine print> in a way that words can’t do justice. We might look like a low-maintenance friend group, but don’t get it twisted: I cherish you all more than I can properly explain. Whole heart, no half measures. If you’ve made it this far, congrats! You survived the cringe. But real talk, if I ever cross a line or make you uncomfortable, please call me out to my face. I’d much rather hear it straight than have you slowly fade away with no explanation. Because truth be told, I’m ride-or-die for this friendship and I want us to go the distance. That’s all. I hope you’re soaking up all the love you deserve today and always, and I hope you have a wonderful Valentine’s Day. I owo you!

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GODDAMN YOU WERE SO HOT

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I don’t understand my feelings. I just hate having them, hate feeling them. They make me feel vulnerable, make me feel like a horrible person. But maybe it’s not just a feeling — maybe it’s the reality, and it just hurts too much to admit. I thought I was better than that, but maybe that’s just what I try to convince myself of, just to help me stand up for myself. I hate everything about me, about trying to change but only imagining it — never truly making the change real. That’s why he left me, at least that’s how I see it. I promised him things I never did. I lied to his face just to have him. How could anyone call that love? But I did love him, I’m sure about that — at least I think I did. But still, I need to forget now, to move on from what we were, because we are nothing anymore. And it hurts so much knowing I destroyed everything before it was even built. Maybe I wasn’t made for that kind of relationship. Maybe it was just a sign telling me not to get involved romantically. At least that what I think. I mean, he knew it from the start and told me how it will be for him, for us. He told me the things he was afraid of, what could make him lose the spark. I knew — I knew literally everything. And I was there, making him feel confident, telling him I would make him forget those fears he had about us, only in the end to create even more. And I can only blame myself now, but at the same time I want to believe that no matter what we did, it would have ended the same — just to make myself feel a little better. Even though I knew, somehow, that no matter what, I would have ruined it. At least that’s my point of view. I heard someone say, “What’s not meant for you will disappoint you a thousand times until you understand.” And I believe it’s true, because I can’t count how many times he must have been disappointed in me. I think he knew he should let go — for us, for himself. And he did the right thing. At least that’s what I feel. Now he talks to someone else, and even if it’s not going as well as he wants, I hate seeing him try to get someone else’s attention. But at the same time, I think I’m kind of happy he didn’t stay stuck like me. I’m glad he’s not as foolish as I am, not understanding when something ends. And I can’t stop looking at his profile, asking myself thousands of questions, putting “what if” before every sentence. The worst is that I understand them. I understand him. This girl is so pretty, stylish, kind, funny, sweet to others. And how could I not understand, after being with him and still not succeeding in forgetting him? Maybe it’s hard for me to forget him because I’m not just trying to forget a person — I’m trying to forget the feelings I had for him and with him. The moments we shared, alone or with others. The words we exchanged to make each other feel safe. The memories — from the unforgettable ones to the quietest, smallest silences. What I’m trying to say is that the hardest part isn’t forgetting him. It’s forgetting this love we thought would never tear us apart. But it didn’t tear us apart — I did. At least that’s how it ended, if you ask me. In the end, I’m just trying to get over him as easily as he got over me — but without forgetting what we shared, and what I cherished.

I love you so much darling....I want us to get back together.....I miss you

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I don’t even know where to begin. I’ve wanted to write this for months, but somehow every time I tried, the words felt too heavy or too fragile. I keep replaying that evening at the Brigade road when we sat across from each other, laughing about nothing in particular. I wanted to tell you then how much I admired the way you noticed the small things, the way you remember people’s birthdays, the way you stop to help anyone struggling on the street, the way you smile even when everything seems chaotic. I always thought that no one else would notice these things, but you did, and it made me quietly admire you more than I ever told anyone. I wish I had the courage to tell you I liked you, really liked you, beyond friendship. But I didn’t. And now, every time I see you laughing with someone else or talking about things I don’t know, I feel this strange mix of joy and sadness. I’m happy you’re happy, but I also ache quietly for what could have been. I think about all the little moments we shared, walking past Cubbon Park, getting dosas at VV Puram late at night, the endless chai breaks while we argued over the silliest things and I realize how much I’ve held back from you. Maybe one day I’ll say this out loud. Maybe not. For now, this letter is enough, my heart spilling quietly, safely, onto this page, hoping somehow it reaches you even if it never leaves my hands. I want you to know that you are remembered, cherished, and admired, even in silence, even in distance, and even when I cannot say these words directly to you.

I always remember the walks we took near the lake at sunset. I never told you how much I cherished those moments. Maybe you never noticed or maybe you did and didn’t care. Either way, I wanted you to know that I will always remember you fondly.