This sort of communication is not healthy. It’s a way of talking to a dead love. Most on these types of sites are females responding to each other, in hopes it’s their lover. It’s sad really. And isn’t healthy.
The flipside is someone has gotten their secret love to come here in order to communicate without it being known. How is that any healthier?!
We must all learn to grow up and express our emotions in a healthier and happier way.
What’s the point in having a mate who is too busy these days? You have to admit that you did decieve me a few weeks ago, by acting like we could spend every weekend together, but it wasn’t to be, I guess. You can’t then think that you have a right to protect me from harm or to be my friend, when you act like we never spent time together. Sort it out. You’re a terrible “friend”. You’re definitely not going to be on my christmas card list. You’ve missed out. If all we’re ever going to be, is two ships passing each other in the same corridor, then idk what else I’m supposed to think.
You’re right, of course. You deserve every bit of me. I’m sorry I haven’t always given you that.
The truth is, when I think about you, it makes me so happy. Look, I have high standards. I’ve passed on a lot, and I know people judge, but, hey, I feel like I know what I’m doing. You….you are fucking gorgeous. Everything about you, there’s nothing more I could ever want in that department. Even still, that wouldn’t be enough for me. It’s your intellect, your class, your values, that really put you over the top. I don’t want this sound like ‘you’re good enough for me’; what I mean is you are the woman I want to be with.
Forever. I want to subject myself to crazy nervousness while I plan out and execute the best proposal I can think of. I want to fuck you like a million times during our honeymoon. I want to hold your hand and tell you to breathe while you birth our babies. I want to do research and visits when we buy our first house. I want to say “HEY, respect your mother”, the first and every time our kids step out of line with you. I wanna retire with you and take you all the places you’ve never been. I wanna spoil our grandkids together, utilizing all the lessons we learned a little too late as parents. 150 years from now when you need a bionic hip, I want to completely take care of you, bring you soup, fluff your pillows, even any of the nasty business. It helps that I’ve already had all my bone, joint, and organ replacements by then :). You should smile too my baby, we’re going to live together forever!
I love you. Yes, I loved someone before you. And there was probably some time sharing involved between you two for some time. But that love has run it’s course. And even without you in the picture I know the healthy thing to do is to move past it. Even without being with you, I know 💯 you can make me happier, and make me a better man.
So, baby, this I what I got to say. And I know it’s a lot. That’s just kinda how I am. My mind is clear, my motivation at a level it hasn’t been at a decade. Yeah….there might be something you need to do too. But for my end, I promise you I will work my ass off and love you like no one else can.
I’ve tried my best. The rest is up to you, but then I wonder if I can even rely on you anymore. I just think you like being around female nurses more than being around me. You have a very immature porn-type obsession with women in general. Very off-putting. It’s true though. If you want some playboy bunny girlfriend then be my guest. If you haven’t found one ALREADY, as I’m sure you’re REAL dream is to be around these kinds. I’ve got nothing to lose. I’ve got everything I NEED in life, but only through my own hard work. You believe that money is everything. I’ve never stopped you living the life you truly want, but I still am within my own right to find a decent man. Seeing as I’m not married to you, so there’s no official contract that ties us together. I just want to feel genuinely loved by someone caring, who isn’t vain. Did you ever think that it was that fun for me? I know Ann used to come out with quite flirty banter, but I don’t think she quite meant it how you wished it meant. Ugh. Good luck. Gentleman don’t use such derogatory sayings. You’re clearly not a gentleman, but I think you already know this. You didn’t even stick around to help your ex bring up yours and her kid. That is enough to put most women off. It shows a lack of respect and lack of common sense. You never learn. I doubt you will ever learn. What are women to you? Probably just sexual objects. Especially given the kinds of ropey, dodgy male friends you have. I wouldn’t invite them into my home. They are prison fodder. Anyway, good luck.
Ten years on from right now, will be too late. I’ll be age fifty by then. I’m not sure WHAT you even told me to wait for, for ten years to pass by. I can’t remember what the reason was.
Matteo,
If I’m being honest with myself, you were the one. You were it. You always were. I think on some level, you knew it too.
I think I was scared seeing your dad die when we were young. I was scared loving you because I knew you’d see the same unfair fate one day. Despite all this love and perfect imperfection, you were just like him. I knew, and I was a coward.
Seeing your dad die from ALS didn’t phase you, somehow. Like you understood so early that life wasn’t worth living if you didn’t LIVE. You were always smiling. Always just happy to be wherever you were. Always ready with a joke or a disarming catchphrase. I don’t think I was on your level, ever. You wielded love openly. I was afraid.
I’ll never forget stealing you from that girl you dated before me. How egotistical I was! But somehow, you knew you were meant for me. I never deserved you, and I always remember thinking how lucky I was to receive your love. Your heart was special. Greater than most. I knew that with my whole being.
I always hear people talk about how the good die young. I always thought that was overgeneralization until now. Your past is littered with philanthropy, with love, and with so many people who knew of your heart. It was so special. It feels so wrong now that it was gone too soon. So very, very wrong.
I still don’t know what happened, just that you’re gone too soon. Way too soon. Too soon for me to say what I’ve wanted to say this whole time:
I love you.
to my love
it’s been over a year now, but i’m getting tired of you bringing up your first love. i always heard people say ‘it sucks when they’re your first love but you’re not theirs’ and i never understood it until i heard her name for a year. you don’t bring her up as frequently as you did before – granted, you hardly bring her up at all now – but yesterday when you told me how much you loved me, you felt the need to say how you only ever loved one other person like you do me, and it was her. it’s been over half a decade since you last spoke to her and you only dated her for 2 months but i know you still search her up on social media and i know you think about her more than you let on. but what about me? it’s been over a year since we’ve been together – a longer and more serious relationship than you ever had with her. after over half a decade of no contact, it’s so unhealthy how you just haven’t stopped thinking about it or let it go. sure, maybe you think about it much less now, but you need to let it go and forget about her. i hate knowing that you think about her even though its been so long and it was so short lived even when you were with her, long before we met. i hate hearing about it and i hate that you think about her and i think its so unhealthy that you’re still dwelling on it years later when you have another girlfriend but i can’t tell you any of this because it’ll just hurt you or anger you, and it’ll only negatively impact our relationship. i wish you would just get help and fucking forget about her once and for all. let her go. stop stalking her on social media. stop thinking about her and stop thinking about what you had with her. i can’t deal with it anymore. i hate being second place, and i hate being second place to someone who did you dirty and who is no longer in your life, who has moved on herself and who exists only your mind now. i hate being second place to a memory. but i love you too much to tell you any of this, or to walk away.
You know who you are. I did good today. Very good. The thought of you being with someone other than me really motivated me to do my best. I wish I could tell you more.
Love, Me
If you’re going to die in a few years, then I might aswell be dead ALREADY.
