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Lab 1.2.1 IP Addresses and Network Communication

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Objectives 
•  Build a simplepeer-to-peer network andverify physical connectivity. 
•  AssignvariousIP addresses to hostsand observe theeffects on network communication
Background / Preparation 
In this lab, you will build a simplepeer-to-peer network using two PCs and an Ethernet crossover cable. You 
will assignvarious compatible and non-compatible IPaddresses to the hostsanddeterminethe effects on 
their ability to communicate. 
The followingresources are required: 
NOTE:You may use the small peer-to-peer network that was built in Lab 1.2.1 
•  Two Windows XP Professional PCs, each with aninstalled and functional Network Interface Card 
(NIC) 
•  An Ethernet cross-over cable to connect the PCs (provided by instructor) 
•  (Optional lab setup)A hub or switch andtwo straight-through cablesto connect the PCs (provided by 
instructor) ............

how to not run away from the ones that love you?

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I’ve been with him for just over a year. I’m a runner by nature. As in,
when things start to get serious, when they start to feel permanent, I
leave the man I am with. This is one is pretty much perfect. Kind,
considerate, handsome, affectionate, generous, head over heels in love
with me. So in love with me, that it scares me. How can he get so
invested? He says he wants to build his life around me. The thought scares
me. I am down to earth, practical, a career first kind of girl. I wanted
to build my life around a place, a job, a career. Once all that was
settled, I figured I would meet someone and fall in love and maybe even
settle down. But love happened first. And now I am unsure whether to keep
it. Unsure because the longer I am with him, the more in love with me he
is, and all the while I am not sure if I will stay here. Maybe I’ll
travel, maybe I’ll go to grad school, maybe I’ll take a job across the
continent or even the world. I am unsure if he fits into those plans or
not. And because I’m afraid, because he is blameless, I have started
picking little fights, being stand-offish, secretly hoping to send him
over the edge and force him to break up with me, because I’m too cowardly
to be the bad guy. But I can’t push him away like the others, he sees
through it, and holds tight. It fills me with happiness and breaks my
heart all at the same time.

So to the people that are like me, and run away when they get scared of
the intensity of their feelings or the feelings of the one they’re with,
what do I do? Did you regret running away? Or was it better for you in the
long run, and less hurtful to the person you left?

To the people that got left behind, do you wish he or she had stayed? Or
was leaving you the best thing they ever did for you in the end?

I just want to put it out there that it’s not that I feel I don’t deserve
to be loved. I’m just not sure if this is the time or place to be in so
deep. I am afraid how madly and selflessly he loves me. It’s like I’m his
air or something. It’s frightening, but thrilling. But can you love too much?

love two people

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“If you love two people at the same time, choose the second. Because if you really loved the first one, you wouldn't have fallen for the second.” -- Johnny Depp

--

I think it's possible to love more than one person at a time, so this doesn't ring true for me.

How do you guys feel about this quote?

i am scared

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I have always loved you, and you know that.

Ever since I was fifteen years old, when we laid under the trees, learning and growing in love.

I have tried to let you go and find someone that moves me more than you, but no one can beat the way you make me feel. Being around you lifts me up - not only do I feel fifteen again, but you make me feel like I couldn’t be anyone better but the person I am when I am with you.

You live there, and I live here, which is why it has never worked.

I would have followed you always, and you knew that, but only now are you telling me you want me to. I am scared.

I’m scared of how much I love you, I am scared that you aren’t the person I am in love with, I am scared you don’t love me as much as I love you, I am scared you are going to hurt me again, and I am scared of what it means to be trying with you.

I wish we could go back under the trees when we were fifteen, I wish life wasn’t complicated, I wish we could fall into sweet, all-consuming love and I wouldn’t be scared of the past nine years and how much you can move me.

You are heaven - I see my whole life with you.

But are you simply a fantasy? Maybe that’s why I am scared.

at the moment

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A few weeks ago I entered my first serious relationship. I am 18 years old and he’s 22. We live a couple hours apart from each other, but we’re making the best of it. Anyway…

I just got to thinking about how lucky I am – at the moment, that is. Our relationship will undoubtedly not last forever. He’s probably not the man I’ll marry and I’m probably not the last girl he’ll kiss. Still, at the moment I’m the only girl he wants to kiss, and that gives me so much joy and comfort. When he holds me in his big, strong arms, I feel safe in a whole new way. Since we got together I see the world a little differently. I focus more on the good things and I love it.

I’ve felt heartbreak before and I know what it feels like to want someone who doesn’t want you. It isn’t easy. I’ve also been in a relationship with someone I never really had anything in common with. I think that’s why I appreciate this relationship so much – I feel lucky. Lucky to have found someone with whom I share both interests and attraction. I’ve fallen in love and I hope and plan to keep it this way, although I know that someday I’ll fall out of love.

“And if you’re in love, then you are the lucky one, ’cause most of us are bitter over someone.”

to just stop loving someone

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I did a lot of cocaine today, It's almost 4 am now, and I'm lying here alone again, my body is so tired, but my mind isn't and it's killing me, I keep replaying our favorite memories over and over again... Till I break...

Then I pick up the pieces on my own and try to fix myself. But it's never the same, It's never going to be the same... I'm never going to me the same

I want you to be happy, and I understand that no longer includes me. What I don't understand is how it's possible to just stop loving someone, just like that.

-Robin

hindsight

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I am sorry for the hurt. I do not want to patronize you, and keep telling you I wanted you to be happy—that ending things was to make things better for you—you knew there was something I kept hidden when we ended. You did love me by the end of it, I had held onto you long enough to make you love a girl like me. I needed you. I loved you because you let me hang onto you so I could change course. Somehow fate allowed our universes to touch—and when they did I wouldn’t let it go. You loved me, even though we fought over petty things. We had so much passion, despite that everything either of us said, became opposition to what both of us truly felt.

When we broke up, you asked, “but how did I change your life?, What does that even mean?” It means that love is not perfect, love can come and go when it is ready, like it is a third party that has its own freewill. It can leave you feeling like the sea being pulled back by the moon. It can feel like an instant that knocks you over in its presence, and in its passing, you feel like it was never there. Love can be like that funny face your lover drew on the shower window, and even though they're gone, you still see it when it gets all steamy, and it doesn’t really make your heart sink, it just is there, and you can’t remember why you have this smirk on your face as you shave your legs. Before you, love made me a victim.

Our love was like driving in a rainstorm; feeling every drop hitting you harder than anything else you were staring out at from the inside. The muggy car and the rain would create the most powerful and heavy of silences: I would touch your knees, your hands, and in that moment I would believe that we were truly beautiful and that our love felt like a fast, wet car and that you felt it too. Although, sometimes our love felt like the realization you have when your windshield wipers are still squeaking along the dry glass, many moments after the storm had passed.

Our body language was always awkward in photos and in real life; always “it is so random you two are dating”, or my favorite was, “how did she get with him?”—I was not part of your crowd, and neither was he. He was your friend. He was not one of the original friends you identified yourself so strongly with, but a true friend of yours. When he came around, I felt like I could breathe. I felt my shoulders relax, I felt warm standing near him, I felt like I could say things out loud around him, that I usually kept inside my head when I was around you and your friends…He for some reason, always heard everything, and he saw everything. He felt what I would say, and knew the place it came from inside me, even before I spoke. At parties I always had to run back in and say goodbye to him. I never wanted to be with him when my body embraced his presence, I still wanted to be your girl, because I still needed you. He was our friend; though I will never dishonor the fact that he was your friend first.

That summer I felt feelings for him that could not be unfelt, feelings I expected, feared, and embraced. Expected, because I knew that when I found him, I would leave you, I just didn’t know who he was. When all of our friends showed up to clean up what the river had left behind of my home, my mother mentioned I was different around him, but different in the sense that I was finally myself again: “Who is he?”… “he is our friend”, her face for the first time since the flood, relaxed, and she said pointing her finger at me, “you should marry that guy”. Fear, because I knew it wrong that I could not picture my life with you and never really had, and fear because I knew I would leave with such haste at some point. I knew I was cruel, and I knew I was with you out of desperation (originally), but then again, I think you were too. I felt fear explaining how I felt to him, because it meant jeopardizing everything; he and I would lose your respect, lose our friend’s respect, and have to accept that people would eventually move on, and forgive, but it would not be anytime soon.

You and I met at the old house after I broke it off. It was pouring while you rummaged through my dad’s records in our flooded garage, looking for answers and The White Album— But you settled on Kenny Rogers as a parting gift, and “I am not the girl I picture a guy like you with”, as parting words—Both equally shameful and not what you had come for, you really did deserve more.

As time has passed, it is almost shy of a year since I touched you; I remember how I fit under your chin when we hugged goodbye, we agreed that maybe we will talk when you returned from visiting Sam. You returned, and that never did happen, because there was such fragility created as I walked on egg shells with him. Whenever I hear the songs you used to sing to me, I am sad and happy. Now, I can only faintly recall how you use your face when you talk, or remember what it was about your hands that reminded me of your mother. I think about how when we see each other, I will have to say something more than, “how have you been?” Reticence has never been my strongest trait—in fact, it is often my weakest. Not being able to explain to you how incomplete it all felt when I wasn’t the one who told you I had fallen in love with your friend, is something that will come across (when it finally does) as dramatic, and “ex-girlfriendy”- the classic “too little too late plea”. I hate the cliché; “as if anyone on this planet doesn’t know a couple who dosey doe’d their way into true love, that’s how I met your father”. I never devalued you, or moved on by replacing you with your friend. Maybe I will even seem pathetic as I over-talk my way into embarrassingly trying to win back your respect. I think that no matter what, it will hurt, and feel uncomfortable, but no matter what I owe you an apology at some point. It is just a matter of how I chose to do it…Though, I think running into you at a show or with your new girl, would be most unsettling. Sometimes I feel like a phone call out of the blue or maybe seeing you on the street when both of us don’t have any place to be, would work.

It is just that now, I am so happy, and so free from what it was that made me need someone, and I am so thankful I met you. Not because you were the segway to me meeting the love of my life, but because you showed me that love can change from a fast wet car, to unremitting thankfulness. If I hadn't have met you, I would have destroyed my youth. I would have never known what it was to feel truly alive, and truly young. I am so thankful for all the moments we shared that got us through things nobody but ourselves will understand. I guess part of me yearns for that reciprocity, but above all, your forgiveness… Maybe this silence, and this new love and new life each of us has, is enough. I think this instance is when love becomes a sense of closure only hind-sight can give us; affirming that sometimes when two people who were once lovers, can smile because they realize meeting each other and then moving on, were equally the best things that could have happened to one another.

THE girl

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I fell in love with THE girl. And I still am. And I admit it. I screwed up. Not just once, but multiple times and I was lucky enough to have someone who stood by those mistakes no matter how thick or thin they were. But I took it for granted and didn't realize, at all, just how fortunate I was to have someone like that.

I went away for a bit and wasn't sure exactly when I would return. We tried to stay in touch but she slowly faded away from me. I figured she found someone else to talk to. Someone who could be there for her because I couldn't and because I couldn't trust myself to love her. I was ok with it because I want her to finally be happy and I heard that she was so I was content. I tried to get back into the dating scene myself but I couldn't find myself to be attracted to any other girl because I was always comparing them to THE girl. She became the gold standard, the shining example, the golden goose of what I want. Nothing more and nothing less than what she is. It was then that I became conscious of how much I truly love THE girl and wouldn't want anything else but her again.

Months passed by but there was a numbness to my aching love for her. Then one day, unexpectedly, I get a text message saying "I miss you..." from THE girl. And BAM. That's all it took and every pain and ache that one can feel from love came spilling over me like a tsunami...times 20. The message lit up my world with hope that you can be mine again. It turns out that the guy she was seeing hurt her the same way I did. I didn't care what I was to her during that time of her pain. I only saw that she needed me emotionally. We reconnected again and it felt marvelous. It was like we had picked up where we had just left off. Sure we only spoke through phone calls and FaceTime calls but it didn't matter to me. I wanted THE girl to be mine again. Somewhere along the way, the calls stopped coming and we got disconnected. But I knew I had to do all I can to get her back.

Soon after, I came back home for good. Outside of my family, she was the first face I saw and I wanted her to know special she are to me by doing that. I thought I could be with her again but thought wrong. It turns out that he's fighting for her too. I came home too late and I'm fighting an unfair fight. But I can almost see my biggest fear of losing THE girl happening in front of my eyes. She knows how I feel and they've been expressed in so many different ways. I did all I could. Said almost all that could be said. And now I painfully try to wait patiently as she makes her decision on who she wants to be with.

I love her. And as painful as it is, if it came down to it, I think I've accepted the loss. More than wanting her, I want her to be happy because that's what love is suppose to be, right? If THE girl, is happy with the other guy, then so be it. But I don't think it will stop me from trying. I want THE girl to become MY girl and I miss her like crazy.

he's different

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i have daddy issues.
there.
he left when my sister and i were over at his place that weekend.
i was 12 and she was 9.
i've thrown myself into so many arms, all the faces were starting to look the same.

but
he's different.
this one.
he's a nice guy, can you believe it?
we're both broken but i'm becoming the best version of myself, one i didn't think was possible.
i have him to thank, as well as myself for standing up again and again no matter how hard the fall.
he's the first to
not play games,
video games too
to love all of me
want to know every inch,
every corner,
to relive all my memories and see it through my eyes.
he makes me feel safer than i ever have
he's the first to live a religious life, where my home will be a haven
our home?

that's right, i want him in a forever and always way.
and he wants that too.
he told me that i changed that, that he never thought he'd feel that way again or stronger as he does towards me.
we are each other's miracles.

and i'm scared
hoping
praying
crossing everything i have
that i get to keep him
because he's different.

i got hooked on you

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Aaron,
When I met you I didn't even think twice about you. You were just another guy from work. In fact, now that I think about it, the first time I met you I found you a bit stiff and harsh and rugged. Almost like you were something out of an action thriller or in the military or something. You were so fucking serious.

I worked on two episodes with you. I was the filmer and you were one of the reporters. I didn't see you as anything more than the guy from the News department.
Then one night, at one of the parties, you kissed my friend on the cheek. A moment later, you leaned in to kiss me too, except you totally went for my lips. I pushed you off me and went back inside. I laughed it off as a joke. You were super drunk.

Then I saw you walking on the street a few days later, we smiled at each other and nodded. That was that.

A few weeks later, at the next party, we talked some more and you were totally into me. You were way into me than I was into you, and it made me feel so special. We made out for a while that night, and then you invited me to your frat's date-night thing as your date. You put your number into my phone. You texted me the next day.

The next night I slept over. Maybe I shouldn't have. Maybe I should have waited or something... been harder to get.

But you were so into me and that made me so into you.
Your face was so beautiful. I started to fall for your seriousness....I started to understand that it was a layer to hide everything you've been through.

You know, I'd never actually fallen asleep and woken up next to a guy, you were the first person I ever did that with and it was so special to me.
I got so hooked onto you.
Even though we'd mostly just sleep together and then watch Game of Thrones, which I didn't even like but I liked watching it with you.

You were so warm. I loved the way you held me.
But then that's all it became. You never came out and hung out with my friends and I, anytime I invited you. We basically became fuck buddies. But you always made it seem like I was special to you. It was so confusing.

When I met you after winter break, I remember you walked in the door and literally said two words before kissing me and wanting to get in bed. It felt so weird because I had all these things I wanted to tell you but you just wanted to fuck.
I hated that night. After we had sex I asked you where we were going, and you said you weren't looking for anything more than what we already had. You basically told me that if I wanted to date you or see you in daylight, that was going to be a problem.
I didn't sleep that night at all.

I stayed up and thought about everything. I was so upset and heartbroken because I realized that I was hooked onto you, and you weren't.
I'd let you in and you hadn't.

Two days later you asked me to come over for a party, and I told you that I couldn't see you anymore if all I was going to be was your fuck buddy.
You made it look so easy. You made it seem like that wasn't an issue at all.
I spent that week in bed, crying.

I hate it because you make it seem like we were nothing but to me we were.
Maybe I'm stupid and naive for all this, but I really liked you. I loved watching you wake up in the morning. I love staring into your eyes, I miss it so much.

Over the next few months I showed up at your frat a bunch of times when I was drunk and lonely and thinking of you.

You were such a dick about the whole thing. And I seemed like such a creepy stalker type person. It's the most embarrassing thing I've done in my life.

I tried to get over you with another guy who treated me really well. But it didn't last long.
Since the last three months, every time I walk around these streets I look for you.
I hope I'd secretly bump into you. I hope you'd be into me again like you were in the beginning.

It's so pathetic. I hate how much I miss you, for how little time we actually spent together. I take the long way home every night so I can pass your place. It's so fucking pathetic.
I wish you'd have fought for me.

Or at least, that first night when we made out and I started crying because I thought you were so nice to me (like nicer than any guy had been in SO long), I wish you wouldn't have lied and told me you were different. That you would never hurt me.

I wish you'd have been honest and told me all you wanted was to get into my pants.

Cause I got hooked onto you. I got addicted to your smell and fell in love with your eyes and felt so warm in your arms.

And for you, I was just another number on the list of women you've slept with.

ordinary

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Never love anyone who treats you like you're ordinary. - Oscar Wilde

i love you, but i love me more.

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I love you, but I love me more.

We separated 8 months ago.

Since then you've not broken my heart once but more times than I can count. I was sick before we met but I shut it out because I didn't want what we had to end. The love of my life. I just got more sick and couldn't ignore it any longer. The Dr.'s said, "There's nothing wrong with you... It's all in your head." He stayed by my side trying to understand, but never really. Months went by and finally a diagnosis. Thyroid cancer and an autoimmune disease that left me in deep up and down bouts of depression and anxiety. You still loved me, but didn't understand. You couldn't.

Surgery was scheduled and my self esteem was gone. I was no longer the woman he had met 11 months ago. Surgery went well and the cancer was removed, but I still felt off and it was more about the off between me and you. You didn't understand. I could feel the distance and the sex was more forced. I felt used and not loved. You became distant and I was latching on. Slowly my self esteem started to come back. I was feeling like I had a chance to live again. Blood results were in and my TH levels were normaling out. I came to you with this good news, but you were already gone by that point. After that you distanced yourself more and more. Finally I couldn't take it anymore. It took three days but you finally blurted out that you no longer loved me anymore, which was a lie no doubt.

You left me and a month passed. You returned with regrets and a laundry list of your recent sexual conquests. I forgave you. But you ran away again only to go to a woman who was bold and promiscuous but no taste for commitment. I let you go. You returned again. I forgave you once again. I thought this is it we can forgive and forget but I soon learned that he still wasn't mine yet. I had to let you go again.

I let you go and run away to a girl with horrible taste, but you come to me and say you don't settle so that I can stay. I say to myself I don't need this anymore, but whats a girl to do when she loves him more? So I sit here and ponder what has happened in the last year and half , but I never feel any different just more depressed. He loves me, but won't commit to me in a healthy way. Half of me wants to move on but half of me wants to stay.

true love never disappears

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Dear Le Love,

Nearly 3 years ago I lost someone I love. I often read your blog as it gave me peace of mind when I was hurting. I have always wanted to share my story but could never find the appropriate words, or rather the courage. You see, I was waiting for our story to end before I could put it in writing. The thing is, its as if it will never end. This love will never end.

We had that all consuming, passionate, fiery type relationship. And I don't regret it for one minute. You made me feel so warm and safe. It was so fun to be just with you. We were obsessed with one another. Completely and utterly in love. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you

For over 2 years I questioned, cried, analysed and searched for what went wrong. I missed you and I knew you missed me too. That was possibly the worst thing. Why, when two people love each other, can they not 'just be' together?

I could write forever about us but it just brings back the pain. Here's something I wrote after we met for the first time after a over a year of being apart...


'T,

It was like we met all over again. It as the most magical night of my life. And I'm not sure life will ever live up to those moments. It was one of those nights you wish you could pause and relive forever. Time did not exist.

Broken over a year, no physical contact, the worst of friends, lovers that never stopped loving.

We talked as if we knew each other a lifetime, as if nothing had happened. Smiled, laughed, I loved your smile. Those dimples. Your face was so beautiful I just wanted to cry. I love those eyes, even though they show pain.

We went to the beach, the first time we actually got out, instead of just making love in the car. You came around to me. Stood in front of me. We both felt it. The intensity. So many emotions all at once, I wanted to burst. It was so strong, I'd never felt anything as magical as that before. "Well this is intense," you laughed.

You apologized for hurting me, and I too. Our differences and past hurts were demolished so easily. Something that caused so much pain had just disappeared in the blink of an eye. No fighting, no yelling, no anger. Just simple truth. That's how I'd describe that night in one word - truth.

You kissed me, well I kissed you back I guess. All this time I was afraid, afraid that this feeling would not be there as much as I wanted it to. But it was there. Stronger than ever. I didn't want it to end, but I pulled away. My head said stop. We hugged for a while, I love your hugs. A hug that says I missed you, I need you, I'm sorry. I still love you? I'm not sure what it meant to you but it was everything to me.

We stood and listened to the waves as you told me how you had learned a lot about yourself, "I don't think we should go back there... it wasn't working with her and I thought about you the past few weeks... what if we end up falling in love again?"

I said nothing, I was feeling so much at once . What did all of this mean? We kissed again under the moon. Maybe your words meant confusion? But the kiss was something, a feeling that came back or just never went away.

You told me your deepest fears and secrets. You had never opened up that much before. We stood looking at the stars and the sea. Facing each other. Just us, alone, no judgement, just truth. We both knew what we were feeling and It scared us.

I knew the night had to end but prolonged it as much as possible. It was perfection in all its imperfections. I knew something was going to change from that moment on. And it terrified me. This unknown future.

You drove me back to my cousin's. Hugged, and explained how we were glad to be back in each other's lives. "Don't be a stranger" you said. We left our love for now. Maybe I understand you're not ready yet. I will wait.

As time passed I drove myself insane with this new 'friendship' we had. Feelings were never shared, nothing was discussed we just enjoyed each other's time and company. I finally plucked up the courage to tell you how I felt and you explained how you're just not ready. But is there ever a right time? I can never forget those last words you said when we ended, "I wish I met you in a few years."

I believe in the now, in acting on your emotions, in expressing your love and never holding back. I guess it's just something you're not used to. You have so many future hopes and dreams that you forget about the now. I cant force you to see what I see and feel what I feel. I've come to terms with this. I've come to terms with myself. But this relationship is something I cant seem to understand?

I decided to let you go some time ago. I thought it would be the hardest thing to do. But it wasn't. It just made me realise how strong these feelings were. It made me realise that when you truly love someone, you can be without them and love them from afar, and that's what I've done. There's this invisible web that will forever connect us, despite ever really being together. I never owned you, so I never really lost you.

Quite frankly I'm drained and tired of this story. I haven't seen you for some time now. But I know when I do, this love I have will come floating to the surface once more, as it always does.

True love never disappears, it just gets buried away sometimes by life.

You're forever in my heart,

H

i survived

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Today I went back to this post, that I wrote August 3rd 2010. Almost 4 years ago. I have forgot how touching it was even for myself reading that. I just read it twice and all the comments. And it made me emotional and most of all, sad. Sad to know how many people out there feeling or have felt exactly the way I did. And how incredibly hurtful love can be.

I stayed with him to February 2012. Can you imagine? Almost two more years after writing that story. And during that time I was even more hurt than before. But to make the end of that story short - I broke up with him. The guy I thought was the one. One early morning in February.

And never have I ever felt more proud of myself. And never did I crawl back, being weak in front of him again. Never.

And today I am writing this because I want to share with you all something I never thought would happen after this terrible heartache.

I met the love of my life. My best friend.

Which wasn't him. And I am the happiest girl you could find out there because I have a man who treats me like something out of a beautiful movie.

I won't say we are perfect, not having fights or sad days. But we treat each other with respect. We might have been going through things that could tear us apart, but we are solving it because there is nothing else than just that. And we are coming out even stronger than we were before. THAT is true love. What I had with that other person four years ago was not.

And today I can remember lying in bed crying every other night those years thinking that I will never stop loving that person who gives me more pain in my heart than being stabbed by a knife.

But I did. I did and I survived.

And I did love him those years.

But in this moment looking at the man I want to marry one day sleeping, I know that this is a different kind of love. A healthy love. A passionate amazing love. A love that was better than I ever thought it could be. A knowing-deep-in-my-heart-I-will-be-with-you-forever love. And so we will. Cause I have never before, with this confidence, said I have really found my true soul mate.


L, I love you with everything I have. Thank you for being you.

*reader submission

grey area

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This is for all the people in that “grey” area, not knowing where the relationship is going to go, but seeing the potential and knowing it could go somewhere great...


I want to be worth it to you, because I know I am.

I want you to let me in, why won’t you try?

Don’t make me feel not good enough, don’t make me feel scared.

Let go, listen to your feelings.

This has to be real, why would my heart lead me otherwise?

Trust me and I’ll trust you... Let’s fall in love.

the man or the career | lady gaga quote

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“Some women choose to follow men, and some women choose to follow their dreams. If you're wondering which way to go, remember that your career will never wake up and tell you that it doesn't love you anymore.” - Lady Gaga

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Ideally we can all find a healthy balance between love and career, but sometimes we are faced with having to decide between the two. What would you guys do? Have you ever faced this?

i just can't seem to fall in love

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Sometimes I think there is something wrong with me.
I just can't seem to fall in love.
Now a lot of people would tell me not to worry.
That I'm so young and I'll find someone eventually.
But I can't help to notice all the people around me falling head over heels for each other and I'm just here waiting. Waiting to feel something, anything at all.

Truth be told I've never been in a serious relationship. A couple of dates here and there, endless text conversations and random hook ups at parties. But never in a relationship. I don't know maybe it's me. Maybe I'm not able to commit, I might been having way to high expectations or maybe I just haven't met anyone special yet. But I'm getting tired, oh so tired of seeing everyone else writing their never ending love novels while I'm sitting here with my pamphlet of short stories not even worthy a single glance. At this point I wouldn't even mind getting my heart broken over and over until it's in a thousand pieces because at least then I would be experiencing some kind of love. Even the most excruciating, hard aching and painful love beats not feeling anything at all. Like they say "It's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all."

- S

should I stay or should I go?

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Sometimes I think we were meant to be. Sometimes I think she’s not good for me.

I met her through a mutual friend. We got along well. Too well. The chemistry built, overtook us, scaring us both. But I was not what she wanted. Not at this time, not ever, in her ideal plan for her future.

Watching her go through a roller coaster of an emotional struggle every day while we dated – wanting to stay, but knowing she shouldn’t – hurt me in more ways than one. So I took the plunge and ended it for us.

Not long later, she found someone else to replace me. A similar me. And it killed me. Slowly, daily, every hour was just a sad reminder that I wasn’t the ideal. I wanted so bad to move on and put this behind. To find someone, whom I could give everything I gave to her, who would appreciate me. But she kept holding on to me, and knowing she needed me, I stayed. I stayed, throughout the entire time that I loved her but had to watch her date another me, on the pretext that I was not what she wanted. Still I stayed, lying to myself that I was still special to her, coz she needed me. I was always her rock, her shoulder, her blanket.

1 year later, they ended. They never had the chemistry we had and she knew it. But still, she didn’t want us. She wanted the perfect Him in her dreams. I still want to leave. And whenever I’m not with her, I can almost convince myself it’s possible. But every time we hang out, with each hug, each time she lies on my lap or holds my hand, I’m lost. As lost as I’ve been the past 1 and a half years.

And still I know, the only time there might even be a chance for an Us is another 4 and a half years down the road. Should I stay or should I go?

Sometimes, I just don’t want to know.

a memory

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It's time to let you go now. I've been keeping you with me for too long and now I have to let you go. You went away a long time ago, but now I have to release you from me. I don't love you anymore and you are not the one I once loved. Every trace of what we had is forever gone. And that is okay, because you and I are over. We don't exist anymore. We are nothing.

It's time for me to let go of the anger, the hurt and the resentment. I don't need it anymore. Sure, I feel much hate for you, but it's time to put it aside. I don't wish you good, but I don't want to wish you evil anymore either. I want to let you go for good because you are out of my life.

You have someone new now, and I never ever thought I would say this, but it's okay now. Not because I want you to be happy, but because it was not supposed to be me anymore. It's just a stupid girl you choose to love for now. You don't want me anymore and that's okay too. I don't wish to be with you because with you I can not be the best version of me. You don't make me the happiest. Sure, there was a time I felt like the happiest person in the world, but it only lasted for days or hours. I deserve to be happy all the time and go through a more normal amount of bad times. And after you, I think I have had enough of them for a while.

I will keep you as a memory inside me. Not in my heart, but my head. You are done living in my heart and that's okay too. We had good times and we had bad times. You taught me a lot about life, art and music, and I would lie if I wasn't happy for it, but now I have found my own stuff, I am managing on my own. I have become this wonderful, strong, independent and happy person. And I would not have been like this by your side.

I will stop talking about you, I will try to stop trashing your name and I will put you in the past where you belong. It's almost been two years since it all began. It's time for you to leave my heart and I am letting you. I don't need you in a good way, I am happy in my life and I am deeply thankful for the time we shared, but it was over a long time ago. And I am sort of fine with that now. I don't want to thank you for anything, and I don't forgive you for what you did to me, but I am moving on. I wish to use my time and mind on other things. So now I am finally letting you go and leaving you in the past as a memory.

where does love go?

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Does it slip through our clenched fists, so desperately ready to clash against a wooden door out of frustration, just to spare one another’s flesh? Does it spill from our souls and travel down the tracks on our cheeks, finally soaking into our pillowcases at 3am when we’ve been thinking too much? Does it shoot from our mouths with every horrible word we say to one another? Or maybe it gets caught in the silence when we’re laying beside one another, both wide awake but staring at the walls as if every answer we need will appear on them.

Does it drown inside of a whiskey bottle so that we can pretend that love never even existed at all? Does it get tangled on the bedroom floor of a stranger who we chose because they had your eyes or they wore the same cologne and we prayed that maybe we’d find a substitute for love underneath someone else’s covers? Does it dissipate in the cold winter air; from a cigarette that you don’t even enjoy the taste of, but you’d just hoped it would replace the addiction?

Does it slip out the back door with you when you leave in a rush, after we’ve told one another we never want to see each other again? Does it fade into the hum of a dial tone, after we’ve ended our conversation with no goodbye? Does it crash into a million pieces with every broken promise we’ve never fulfilled? Maybe it tiptoes from our breath with a long sigh, when we’re alone and we realize this isn’t how love is supposed to be. Does it get trapped in the memories, when our smiles were genuine, behind the glass of pictures that collect dust in boxes we’ve hidden away?

I will never understand where love goes. I will never understand how little by little, the person who once made you feel so alive could drain you completely. I’ll never understand how it feels like one day you go to bed with the man you thought was your person in life, and wake up in an instant with a complete stranger.

With you, I’ve been playing it all back, retracing my steps, thinking of what I could have possibly missed, trying to desperately pinpoint the moment our love disappeared; as if I’m trying to retrace my steps to find my misplaced car keys. And that is when I usually realize, that as much as I’d hoped my love for you was lost for good, there I find it tucked away in a corner of my heart, like a little note you find hidden in your jeans pocket, all wrinkled and faded from going through the washer. And I think of you, and I miss you, the good and the bad, and I still love you.

And that’s when I realize, love doesn’t go anywhere. It was either there or it wasn’t. I don’t think your love was ever really there for me. It was always easy for you to leave this behind. Me on the other hand, well I was never really good at letting go, and if I go searching, I still find my love for you.

my only exception

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I'm on the train on the way home alone listening to "The Only Exception." Thinking about you, always you.

I hate you so much that sometimes I can't stand it. You brush my comments of by saying stuff like "cool" or "fair enough" and make me feel like it like just couldn't care less about what I have to say.

And it hurts, I cry and decide I should gather what little sense I have and keep well away from you.

But then I love you to the point where I question my own sanity. You make me feel special with your early morning text saying "hey beautiful." And your late night texts saying "sweet dreams."

Before you, I never knew that I could actually selflessly love someone regardless. To me your clothes, your job, the lack of colour on your skin and religion don't matter. All that matters is that you unknowingly have my heart in the palm of your hand.

You say you've had dreams of us living in a house with the white picket fence. Beautiful children and a happy life. What I wouldn't do to make that my reality. Every night before I sleep I pretend I live that reality.

I wish you weren't my only exception.

Xx

a lack of friendship

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It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.
-- Friedrich Nietzshe

I'd say the same for a dating couple as well, no? What do you guys think about this quote?

the memories

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Once, when I was a lot younger, I submitted a completely fake, made-up story to this website. I don’t even know if it was ever posted, but when I think back on it, I cringe. It was badly written, and was so strange and shallow I would be surprised if anybody thought it was real.

At the time, I did it because I was craving to be loved. I was maybe 13, in my last year of middle school, and I hadn’t even had my first kiss yet. I’d had endless crushes that had never been reciprocated. So I was fascinated by the amazing coincidence that was love – someone who could feel the same kind of thing you felt about them. I wanted it more than anything.

And I eventually got it, even if it caused me (and so many other teens) so much grief. I am 19 now, and in college. Love – all forms of it – has mangled my consciousness. I experienced two extremes of euphoria and sadness. I fell in love with the wrong people, with my best friends, with the place I was living in, with the community that surrounded me, with a boy who had funny ways of showing that he loved me too. And I learned how love could wreck you. I have filled pages and pages with half-drunken words that spill from my mind when I think about the people that are now gone from my life. I thought I was excellent at goodbyes, but I was wrong. I thought I was capable of replacing people, but I am not.

These are the memories that I write about, again and again, so that I will never forget them. Love feels like home in the other’s arms, love involves endless tears, love is an overpowering scent, love is when the earth shifts its axis and suddenly you are somebody else’s orbit, love is a lot of letting go. It’s a phenomenon that I question almost everyday, when I wake up and the first thing I think of is how you kissed me that one night. And, I love you. This story is real as it ever will be.

M
 

sadness and cigarettes

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I taste of cigarettes and sadness,
as your eyes trace the contour of my cheek,
the line of my lips,
calculating some unfathomable equation.

And still you lean in closer.

Seeing my shattered heart reflected back
I turn away.
Your fingertips brush my chin,
lift my face towards the heavens.

Still you lean in closer.

I stop breathing,
suspended,
caught in the tangle of uncertainty
that this moment portends.

Frozen,
forever,
not wanting to know if you taste of
sadness and cigarettes.

daddy

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Hi,

My father just passed away yesterday and I feel like writing about our father-daughter relationship. I would be happy if you share the following on your blog.

Yesterday, my father left this world for a better one. He has suffered from a heart attack two years ago, which put him to a persistent vegetative state. This is my letter to him:

Hi daddy,

Words cannot describe how much I miss you right now. My eyes have been wet for the last 36 hours. While I would like to think you are sitting right next to me, I cannot stop this emptiness I feel inside. Now that you have left this world, I have a lot of regret. I wish we would have gone to the theater more often to see plays. I remember we did that one time, just you and me, sharing our passion for drama. You worked a lot, so we couldn't do that often. But when we went, it was special. I also wish I haven't been so bitchy whenever you gave me constructive criticism regarding my future plans. You always wanted the best for me and I was blinded by other trivial things, not appreciating your efforts. I wish we could have hugged and cuddled more. Like that one time, when you picked me up from boarding school, I gave you such a big hug that you were still talking about it years later. But I also wish that you wouldn't have cheated on my mother, causing you two to separate from each other. I think that was the point where I had less respect toward you and distanced myself from your life. Still, you were so caring about my life choices. You cared about my future like no one else. You made me feel safe because you could just call one of your patients and ask them if I can do an internship at their company. You knew everybody and everybody knew you.

I think the love a daughter shares with her father is unique in so many different ways. It is sometimes an awkward kind of love, especially as a teen. But it is also protective, because a father knows how guys can hurt a girl. I would like to remember you as my personal hero, who would never judge me, just question me. Who would see me as a princess since the day I was born. Thank you for the 19 years I could spend with you.

Rest in peace, dad. I love you, forever.

worth the fight

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love alone is worth the fight.

not sure where the road is going to take us

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Driving south on the 101 he pulled off at the Camp Pendleton exit, somewhere I had never been. He said he could get to a beach that isn't open to the public. After seeing the road we needed was closed we did some off-roading, something I have always enjoyed. Reminded me of family trips to eastern Oregon in the middle of no where- except here you can see the ocean. He sees a steep hill puts his truck in 4wheel drive and takes off, making it to the top of the hill finally able to see the ground is visible over the hood of the truck. We come to a dead end, unable to go anywhere I get out of the truck to go check out the view. Wearing a long white lace dress that I hold up the bottom so it doesn't get snagged by the surrounding brush. Graham comes up to me and puts his arms around me as we both take in the scenery. I grab my phone and take a few pictures of him and I.

In this moment I am consumed by irony of the situation. Here we are on an adventure not sure where the road is going to take us and here on top of the gorgeous hill side with ocean views I am with the man I love at a dead end road. Trying not to get consumed by reality. I wear a smile as I put my face into his neck and he pulls me closer. We decide we need to find the road to the beach, climb in the truck and he reverses down the hill. I think to myself, are we able to reverse through our past and push through the dead end.

you weren't meant to leave

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You weren’t meant to leave…

We were meant to meet again. I was going to be older and more secure. I was going to tell you how much you hurt me, and how much I loved you when I was young. We were meant to drink beer and laugh about how much we used to both want the upper hand, and I was going to tell you how you were a pivotal point in my coming of age story. You were meant to think I was cooler, and be impressed of the person that I had become. We were meant to make love again, like we always did. We were meant to kiss in alleyways and laugh at stupid jokes and I was meant to tell you that you were still disgusting. I was meant to taste cigarette on your lips again, and rest my head on your chest while we lay there in the sun running my hands over every tattoo. We were meant to start texting each other in the early hours again, asking each other to come over. I was meant to tell you that I was sorry that I was so cold the second time, and tell you that when you asked to be my boyfriend that all I wanted to say was yes, but I was scared, scared of how much I cared even then, and scared of being vulnerable. And we were meant to laugh, laugh about how silly that was.

I cant now though, you took your life. And now all my meant tos and meanings are held in my chest, slowly suffocating me.


You weren't meant to leave.

we've both grown

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Reading these stories has my heart extremely heavy. I see so many on here who long and hope and wait for love, this exact love that I have, and here I am, contemplating letting it go.

It was 2 years and 7 months ago that you came into my life. I know love at first sight may seem cliche, but that's exactly what it was. We met through a mutual friend, started talking, and haven't stopped since. We've been through so much in almost three years, and although I love you beyond words, I'm not sure I am good for you. A friend of mine told me "Love is electric. It is obsessive and consuming. When you are in love with someone, there is no room for boredom."

I don't deserve you. You deserve to be with someone who can give you everything you give me and more. Someone without a destructive, impulsive personality who is not constantly unsatisfied and jumping from one idea to the next. I can only give you stability for so long, and you don't deserve that. You came to me at a time when I needed saving. You were my security. I was young and foolish and you were a little older and everything I needed at the time. We've both grown so much in almost three years. I don't need that same security anymore, because I've developed it in myself. I am on a journey of self discovery and it has made me realize that maybe you were who I needed then because of who I used to be. I am not her anymore.

I love you so much that I continue to stay, but I don't know for how much longer. I met a new him and I am scared of what may develop between us. The last thing I want to do is hurt you but you've been my everything for so long, what about me? No one writes about these kinds of love stories. They are too painful.

Even if this isn't posted, I am happy I wrote it. Maybe one day I'll be courageous enough to tell you. Hopefully this helps someone, I know someone is out there wondering about this kind of love story.

be a virgin until marriage or have sex?

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Le Love has been the one and only website I have read for the last 4 years. It has helped me a lot reading these stories about real people that have been through so much and experienced some magical moments with people they LOVE. This is not always the occasion, there are many stories about heartbreak and how they have dealt with it, in every kind of way. These people show their emotions, their stories that define who they are. So what the hell, why not share mine?

I don't have a story where I have been madly in love or where I have had a really bad breakup. But I have some thoughts that I need to share with someone, the real people out there. I'm a 20 year old girl and a virgin. Yes virgin. I would say that this is my biggest secret, no one knows and no one is supposed to know. I would explain my thoughts with just one word, dreamer.

There is a part of me that thinks I should remain a virgin until I get married or find the «one». This part of me thinks that this is the one and only choice. Why not wait for this person that you are madly in love with and want to marry. Isn't it a beautiful thought to have just had sex with one person? Yes, I'm religious, but that's not the reason why I'm a virgin. The reason is that I want to feel special, that it is meant to be for me to wait for the one and only. My dream to have a good thing to wait for, that all these years have been like this for the perfect finale.

And there is the other part of me that thinks, what the hell have I done all these years without sex? This part of me encourages me to do whatever I want, get it over with. Isn't sex a big part of a girl's life, shouldn't this be a part of my life. Experience in every kind of way. This part of me feels that I have missed on so much like falling in love, having plenty of boyfriends and experiencing mad amazing sex. My dream of being that girl, the one that just does everything that comes to her mind. Sex is a big deal when you are 20 years old, so is what have I done so wrong?

Should I do this right now or since I've waited that long should I wait longer? These thoughts get into my head and disturb me. What kind of girl thinks about sex and relationships like this. One day it's one thing and the next day is another. Have sex! No, wait for the perfect one. I'm mad, mad at me for having it affect me. And since no one in my life knows, I need someone to tell me what to do. I need someone that doesn't know me whats the best thing to do. Be a virgin until marriage or have sex and wake up the wild side in me?

Sincerely, Amanda.

everything you ever need

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get out of my head

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I want to know what's the problem with me.
I know is a really silly thing to send to you but I need to share this with someone.
I have an amazing boyfriend who really loves me, is nice to me, cares about me and is my best friend.
So why do I have to miss the guy I was in love 3 years ago? Why do I suddenly started to think so much about someone who forgot me long ago? Why he still makes my heart beat so fast if I am 100% sure that he is not the right one for me?
WTF heart

Here, this is for you J.:
When I'm just doing normal things and then I see myself near that park bench, or in the corner of that street that nobody goes or just sitting in that table on the 6th floor in the engineering building... I feel a little, very little ache in my heart, because I know we are never going to be "us" again, we probably never going to hang out there and just talk unimportant stuff. I'm not going to hear stupid stories from you and laugh nonstop, the way that only you can make me do.

I know we never had anything serious but I miss what we had, whatever it was.

I know you moved on, have dated so many girls and now you even moved to another city. So please, get out of my head because I found someone special that I love so much, and I want to be with him, I want to be entirely with him. I'm okay with you being my friend (I guess), but just friend. I don't want to feel this for you anymore.

i just need to understand

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Dear Le Love,

I've been addicted to your blog for several of years now, and we all know that addiction is a continued repetition of a behavior despite adverse consequences. I'm in need of advice, as the matter of fact, any advice I can possibly get my hands on.

How to begin? Two years ago I started communicating back and forth with an old friend, someone I previously never thought would be anything other than my friend. We talked all the time for hours at a time - Skype, Facebook, messages, you name it. He had just gotten heartbroken from his first love and I was just there for him as a friend. Even though I wasn't there psychically, I was there emotionally. We got along great and developed a great friendship over the coming two years. Due to the fact of us both having a tight schedule we never got the chance to actually meet up, and when we were going to things always seemed to get in the way, something most people would call fate.

All of a sudden things changed. He stopped writing, he stopped caring, and eventually; he stopped replying. After every stupid argument we happened to have I knew he would come back anyway, sure I foolishly took him for granted, but all of a sudden he completely shut me out without a word. I know I'm fucked in so many ways because I haven't only lost a person who actually cared deeply for me, but I sort of lost my best friend. I lost someone I never thought I would lose.

I've gone through our conversations in my head probably a million times unable to find a solution to what actually happened between the two of us us. I guess you just need to smile and forget. Forget about all our deep conversations, and forget about us sleeping next to one another via Skype. I guess I have to forget the way he complemented me and the way he completed me at the same time. Forget about all the times we secretly looked at each other during those long Skype calls and I'll probably have to forget him giving me advice about guys when it probably was incredibly painful for him to begin with. I'll have to forget our misunderstandings and our stupid arguments, but that was just us, being sillier than ever.

I never thought he would mean anything more to me than a friend. I never thought I would ever lose him, and I certainly never could've anticipated for things to end up as they have. He did exactly what I keep preaching about; he let go. He set standards and built walls to prevent himself from getting heartbroken again. He decided not to let me in again which he's made very clear.

I've been stupid all along. I never cared, or at least that's what I thought. I ended up caring. Now I'm the one sitting here wanting to see him. Now I'm the confused one. Now I'm the one reminiscing. I'm having to let go of someone who I've been trying to reach out to for so long now. I'm having to let go of the only person who actually cared. The only person who actually knew me and never judged. I'm sorry, love. I no longer know how to feel. He wants nothing to do with me and I'm trying to move on as best I can. I need for him to reply, this can't just be the end, it can't be that simple. I've moved on and I'm currently dating someone else, someone who would walk through fire and flames for me, someone who would take a bullet for me. Someone who deserves all my attention, all of me. I just need to understand why things got so messed up between me and my "friend," I need to get clarity, I need for you to help me achieve understanding.

hanging onto this hope

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It's been 3 years, 2 months and 10 days.
One would think that's enough time to, you know, forget someone.

I'm hanging onto this hope that we just met at the wrong time. And maybe you knew that too. Because the whole time you have never wanted a relationship, yet everyone could tell you were madly in love with me. Even when we hang out as 'just friends', people often strangers always say to you 'You're a lucky man aren't you?'.

Since we met I've had two different boyfriends, and I'm currently with a guy who's a literal prince charming. I can't fault him anywhere , yet I can't stop thinking about you either. It's so wrong, yet so treacherous. You're always there, every break up and bam I'm in your bed again... Sometimes within just a few hours. IT'S SO WRONG!

You were just too good. Everything with you just fit so well. Every walk to the beach and each giggle on your bed, always ended up in passionate kisses. I remember I used to be able to feel you smiling while you kissed me. I've never smiled so much with someone, laughed so much or felt as comfortable as I was with you. Maybe I'm clinging onto the hope that I'll get that back with you one day. But we met when I was 15 and you were 16. You were in my life for such a long time, without being my official boyfriend.. You pretty much were.

But there were other girls. And I know I should blame you and hate you for it. But all along you said we were too young to have a relationship. I agreed on friends with benefits, because I would have done anything to keep you with me. So technically i was aware the whole time. And even though I cried and cried, I always ended up in your backyard.

My boyfriend got mad at me the other night and walked out. I broke down and 20 minutes later I was knocking at your door, mascara running down my face. Nothing happened at night with you. We just sat on the road, you held me close and tried to make me feel better. And it was nice.

My boyfriend leaves to go abroad for 10 months very soon. I don't think he will stay with me. 10 months is a long time to be away from someone when your 20. I so hope I'll have enough strength to not even up on your street.

But look.
I probably will.

what's best for me

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i need to be fixed

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I’ve been hesitant about writing this. I don’t want to write something and make it all about him. He doesn’t deserve to play such a huge role in my life, there are a lot of other great things to write about. He doesn’t control my life. But if I’m being honest, he has influenced the last couple of years a lot. He broke me in the most cruel way possible and I need to be fixed.

Since we’ve broken up, I tried to work on myself. And I felt better, I hadn’t been thinking about him and everything became easier after a while. I felt like I was over him, at least, for the most part. But then he broke me all over again. One of my best friends went on a summer holiday with him behind my back, I found out through facebook, and they’re in a relationship now. He has destroyed not only that friendship but many, he has destroyed my faith in love and he has destroyed me. Every part of my heart broke all over again. I remembered it all and I couldn’t understand. I never will. He was the first guy I ever truly loved and she was there through it all. She has seen me broken, I have seen her broken and I fixed her. I was there for her, through everything. Even though years have passed between the time I was with him and the present, I feel betrayed. No-one apologized or has considered my feelings. Am I that easy to replace?

I’m not able start a new relationship yet, because I don’t trust guys anymore. Every guy I thought was nice, turned out to be an asshole. I don’t want to feel like this. Of course, I’m enjoying my life but whenever I think about it; I’m sad, angry and I don’t know how to make me feel better. I want to feel like myself again. I need to be fixed, if I only knew how...

I’ll just see what happens. No expectations and no plan.

love doesn't change, we do...

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And my heart is shattering like buildings and roads after an earthquake. Oh the tragedies every memory I have has to face at the moment, where do I begin?

I wish I could have mastered the art of slowing down time, I would have made this last a life time, but it doesn't seem like I could. My world, the one I took years, 5 to be exact, trying to construct every detail in it around that one dream, around that simple image in my head of waking up to his soft lips against mine, to his smell, to his noise as he goes on doing his thing so early in the morning when all I want to do is lie in bed... all of it is decaying right before my eyes.

Blind, he might be to all of this, but maybe he never really had the same dream. So many tiny things that can slide unnoticed, became magnified that I can see nothing else. Blinded, I've become by all this pain, all these questions and confusions of where I am and where I'm heading or if I'm able to move at all.

To be honest, I have never seen it coming, so when it finally hit me, I could hear the irony laughing so loud in my head, I could hear all the it echoing in my ears, "I told you so, we've told you so, you weren't listening, you refused to tune in.. look at you now, pathetic... pathetic".

Pathetic, to stand in this alone, to walk through it alone. And I want to scream, I want to cry, I want to break things and break down, break out of this cage I've imprisoned my soul in. Yet, there's no point in any of this, no reason behind it, no lessons to learn.

To be filled with so many emotions all at once, all at the same exact instant in time, I feel paralyzed and unable to control or hold onto any of them, as if my own mind has decided to launch a war against my heart, not to kill it but to deeply hurt it, brutally deform it, to mortify it...

But isn't it funny? How I thought I could manage, how I thought I could fight, how I thought I was so much bigger than anything that would threaten this love, and yet it's never hit me until now that the only thing threatening this love is his empathy, his indifference, his irresponsibility, or better yet his decision to remain oblivious to any of this, to all of this.

Love doesn't change, we do, we did, him and I. I've grown more independent, more focused, more and more in love. He grew apart, more distant, more occupied with his to-do lists, with his body, with his studies, his own world, leaving me outside watching through a glass window but still try to stay convinced it's all for us.

I thought my love for him could wreck mountains, could break skies and change the way we both perceive the world, but only if his love for me was as strong... and it isn't. Not anymore.

I remember something he told me once, people fall out of love for each other when they can no longer adapt to how they change, if one person adapts and the other is having a hard time, love wont be enough. Love isn't enough.

but for now

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It felt as if the universe was telling us that our time would eventually come, but for now just silently fall in love.

And that’s what I did.

-M

bear with me

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I'm hard to deal with.

I have this disease, I'm messy, I embarrass you, and then there's the cold feet about all the big steps I'm going to take in my life that scares me tremendously, and all the trips, and the cold Swedish weather, and how very jealous I am (once again: sorry).

I'm just asking you to bear with me.

Bear with me - because I will be the most loyal friend you'll ever have.

I'll be the most caring lover you will ever meet.

I'll be the most fun roommate you will ever have.

I'll do everything you need me to do for you to be happy.

I'll run a thousand miles just to see your face - and back, if you suddenly needed some space.

I'll clean our room even though my favorite hobby is not lifting a single finger.

I'll have long discussion with your folks even though I just want to eat ice cream and sing to Bryan Adams songs.

I'll leave you alone when you're playing video games even though it is so stinking funny to throw popcorn at you while you do.

I'll stop staring at you when you sleep even though you're face is like a magnet and my face is like the fridge.

I'll stop kissing every inch of your face while squeezing your cheeks together and laughing uncontrollably when we're in public.

I'll stop eating chips in bed because you hate crumbs (even though I love to roll around in them... come on, it's fun).

I'll bear with you even though I can't bear with anybody.

Because you ain't just anybody, You're everything.

And, let's face it Anton, you've beared with me for an entire year already.

It wouldn't kill you to bear with me a bit longer.

Love, A

let's just pretend

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My beloved A,

I have probably written you a thousand notes, over a hundred letter, countless messages... but not one of this kind.

Let's go back in time, 5 years ago when I was out of my mind and blindly in love with you, all your imperfections, all the silly things you've said and done. I still am so in love with you but I always knew that I loved you way more than I can handle.

I remember waking up to your morning messages telling me you love me, then you being the first thing I see in the morning, you being the last thing I see before falling asleep. I remember you holding on to me and stopping me every few steps as we got closer to my house so you'd kiss me, over and over and over again. I remember everything you've said, the good, the bad, and the hurtful... I love it all, our endless memories are the only thing that keep me hanging on at the moment... but not for long.

It feels like a lifetime we've been together, and I cant imagine my life without you, but recently, we've been growing so distant from each other. And it's not because we barely have any time left to meet, it's not because you're too busy to call me back, it's mostly because you're so out of reach... I feel like I cant recognize you, or myself anymore.. we're so different now, you say you love me so much, I know you do but I love you way more than you love me.

The fact that you gave up trying kills me, the fact that you said you know you take me for granted yet you continue on doing it leaves me so out of breath, you saying you're sorry you "forget" to call me back sometimes.... well... I can't even begin to describe what that does to my poor little heart that can only function out of love for you. You used to be the one reason I loved waking up, now I can hardly get out of bed, we used to talk every second of every day, now I consider myself lucky if I get a goodnight message... I don't know where this hole came from, all I know is that it's sucking me in it and you're too lost in your own world that you can't even lend a hand to help me out.

But it really drills a hole in my heart to know that you're not willing to fight the same battle for me, especially when you promise you would and end up not doing anything at all. Disappointments, something I've grown up with and seem to grow old with me. Day after day I give myself hope and tell myself that one day I won't be disappointed, not in you, that it will all pay off, that day never seems to come. I'm convinced now that it won’t.

I haven't spent any time with you since Valentine's day, the day we spent hours arguing, screaming, crying, hugging and kissing each other because you are too blind to see how far you've pushed me away... It's safe to say that it's been a month now that I wake up in tears, and cry myself to sleep because it hurts so much how insignificant I've become to you. I wish you would tell me you fell out of love for me, I wish you would tell me you've found someone new, I wish you would tell me this just isn't working out anymore.. say anything other than telling me that it's all in my head.

I'm not happy, I highly doubt you are but you'll never be the first to admit it... so here I am asking you, please let me go...

It feels like I've been swimming for so long, my skin is falling off and that’s how painful it is… being exhausted to an extend that I can’t help myself anymore, all I can do is watch myself dissolve into the water until I completely vanish, just like I did in your eyes. I cant fight on my own anymore, 3 years I've been trying to work things out on my own, 3 years I've been telling myself to keep my mouth shut and just accept how you're growing, how you're changing, how you're slowly not seeing me anymore... but I can't do this.. I cant anymore, it literally is killing me, I can't sleep, eat, work, study, I can hardly smile back at you, I can barely say anything to you when you finally decide to call me back days later... This isn't me, this person you've turned me into, is nothing like me.

So let's just stop here... let's just pretend that we don't love each other, that we wont miss each other, that we're better off... and maybe, maybe you'll find someone who can have your attention constantly, that you'd do anything just to be with... I'd be utterly happy for you...

why do i suck so bad at love?

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Coming to college, I thought I could finally get it right. I thought I would find my soulmate and I'd finally know what it feels like to love someone with my whole heart and to have someone do the same, but I feel like I'm becoming an introvert. I'm hiding from the world in my books and movies. I don't talk to the guys that I find attractive and I'm afraid to get hurt more than ever before. I thought college was the time for self-discovery. Bravery. I want to be bold and courageous. Why am I so afraid to let someone see my true feelings? I just want to be loved and I can't even get over the first stage of love, the meeting. When did I become so scared of talking? Where's my confidence? I'm not this person. I don't give up on love. I always hold out hope, yet I'm running before I can even get hurt. I suck terribly at this.