Embarrassment
How do I say I love you?. Content Warning.
It's been a while since we've spoken, and today on 14.2.2024 you replied on Valentine's, I wonder why? why is it that you finally reply? you tell me something happened recently so you couldn't reply?. ''ok'' I replied, my stomach getting butterflies as I blushed uncontrollably, "wanna call?" he said with a question mark? "sure why not" I said without the mark, we're on the call as you greet me by saying those awfully cute nicknames, I chuckle a bit to your comment, he asked if I wanna do something and I said "remember that game?" I said hesitantly as I've not been on a call for a while. he tells me he refunded it...OK! I said awkwardly he then came up with an Idea "How bout we read a novel?" he said deviously "It's called I Love You, Colonel Sanders" I hesitated at that cringy title but he said it had a high quality so I agreed. After a while, I asked if you had a valentine. He said no in a sad tone, I was curious about why. because he had a "girlfriend" "She broke up with me.." I was shocked, laying on my bed as my jaw dropped I didn't know what to say to that reply, I tried to comfort you by saying "Don't worry I also got heartbroken" but I secretly wanted to tell you about how I felt every time you laughed I would join you and laugh too, every time you said "Goodnight" my heart would skip a beat as my cheeks flustered, My pulse getting higher and higher every time I hear that soft and calming voice, "L" I desire you, I want you, I need you, so How do I say "I love you"...
By Umme3 years ago in Confessions
I WANT TO DIE
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By Paloma Writes3 years ago in Confessions
Sober Super Bowl
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By Kimmiekins43 years ago in Confessions
Love is a Many Splendored Thing
You have quality ears And a high-end nose. Grade A meat on your bones. I once worshipped whoever I was with. The writing above is an entry in one of my journals about the primary in my first polyamorous relationship. The anesthetizing effect of love on my bipolar brain is well-documented in my writing and therapist’s notes. Monogamous or polyamorous didn’t matter to me at first. What mattered was that I had someone to call my own. I wanted to have a person like a possession. I wanted an object to admire, to use when convenient, and to ignore when it suited me. Of course, I never would have articulated my desires in this way. It sounded more like “soul-mates” or “they’re my everything.” It was romantic hyperbole. Love-bombing from a disordered brain. I would knock you off that pedestal as quickly as I built it for you. I wasn’t properly medicated for my bipolar disorder until I was twenty-seven, so every relationship before that was marred by the whims of my dysfunctional mind.
By kp3 years ago in Confessions
Be my Valentine
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By Varsha3 years ago in Confessions
I Am A Problem. Content Warning.
Introduction I know I am a problem for most people. I see it every day on Vocal and Facebook, or I think I do. Since before Christmas, it has been made clear that my work is not good enough and there is nothing I can do to rectify that.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Confessions
LOVE
Love is a complex and indescribable dance of emotions that surpasses boundaries. It is a mysterious connection that binds hearts, fostering compassion, empathy, and selflessness. Love is not a fleeting feeling, but a deep force that withstands challenges, nurturing growth and understanding. It is the warmth found in a shared glance, the comforting touch, and the unspoken language that resonates between souls. Love is both a gentle breeze and a powerful storm, capable of bringing joy, pain, and transformation. Ultimately, love is the essence of human connection, a beautiful journey that enriches the fabric of life.
By Paloma Writes3 years ago in Confessions
The History of Valentine's Day.
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By Paloma Writes3 years ago in Confessions
VALENTINE
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By Paloma Writes3 years ago in Confessions
Reflecting and Healing
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By Kimmiekins43 years ago in Confessions
