Is it love?

Is it still love when you have to keep asking for time and attention and still won't get it? Is it still love when your partner forgot exactly everything he told you he would do and everything about you? From every little details to every big events. Forgot even to meet you, forgot all the things he said he will do. He said he will... So I waited and waited... Even after I brought it up he didn't care to do it... Is it still love...? I'm not sure anymore... Too many sleepless night I've spent alone to think and worry if the love has already faded for you... I felt so lonely here... Too lonely...

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2025-08-14

Indescribable feeling about someone πŸ’• (cute concept) πŸ’•βœ¨πŸ€£

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2025-08-14

αžŸαŸ’αžšαž›αžΆαž‰αŸ‹αž‚αŸαž˜αŸ’αž“αžΆαž€αŸ‹αž―αž„

We got back together last month and m trying my best to confront my feelings for him because he didn’t like my cold hearted behavior and now yeh I feel like m the one who try harder (completely changed myself) and been waiting for his late response messages while himself hanging out with his friends and completely ignoring me and very funny right?

2025-08-14

Do you hate me that much to remove even a small trace of me?

I knew all along that you probably hate me but I never realize you would hate me that much. I'm sorry for still thinking of you after all these years. Just so you know, it was never easy for me and I suffered just as much as you did. Years passed, I thought we're on good term and that's why I always have a soft spot for you but I was wrong after all. I'm sorry; I'll never leave a trace of me anywhere in your life anymore. Live well and be happy !

2025-08-14

My gorgeous

ehh pretty! u're such a good girl, u've met. once upon a time, u gave the feeling that u're really caring, but i was wrong. ur sweet voice, ur soft tone, ur beautiful eye sight are melting my heart everytime. btw, oh my sweetest, u're with lots of person, u kinda did the same way as u treat me. I don't know why u r into that person, before i figured out i think that u r such a lovely girl, soft hearted, but u failed me. u used everyone to help u most of time, and for me, i'm happy to be in used ^^ but not everytime. when i yeah share this scenario, just a scenario, to my fri, they said that the boii is being shxting used, hahahaha. and i'm yeah, ok XD tbh just a few words to u, pretty, please dun be like that, one day u'll lose them <3

2025-08-14

Slave of love

I am the owner of #KJ0002. Time sure flies, we no longer text even though he knew I always wait for his texts and notifications. Even after he unblock me, he is not following back my ig and is no longer a friend in FB as well. But whenever I miss him and I post a story, he was always my first viewer to view it. Not until he decided to post another video @ his TikTok which is a very scary place that everything started between us. My tears just fall like an idiot with the little hope "Do I ever cross your mind when you see that video of yours"? It just hits me so hard because every movement everything that happens is still fresh in my mind, his voice still echoing in my ears, his smell still sticking to my nose, his kiss still warming my lips, our adultery stuff which I gave him out of my pure love for him still crawling back to my brain and it's torturing my every breathes. He is living his best life right now, while I am suffering from tears every single second because of him. Fools will eventually die from its stupidity? He once promised me to not let my tears drop because of him, one of my best friends also reminded me about the red flags since day 1 but I refuse to do so and mess with him. Up until this moment, the very first time that he's not viewing my story yet asking him whether Do I cross his mind or not at least once when he posts that place which has taken a huge place in my heart. I even get more clowning myself by commenting on that TikTok's video of him "what a nice view" and he just replied immediately, I think I knew now maybe my ig dm with him finally went rock bottom since he's stick to his phone 24/7. I am now waiting for him on my birthday which we suppose to meet again but somehow I made him mad at me and I don't know what is going to happen on my birthday, whether he shows up or not? I am still waiting, Little does he know my tears are now competing to drop without any hesitation. I am dying from time to time, I am living to his "air promises" I look back at our chat in the good old days that he told me to stick to 3 meals a day, stay hydrated, stay positive, and stay calm. I really want to turn back time to that night the 2nd sleepover with him. I left many unspoken words that I want to say in front of him. Seems like now I have no longer chance to meet him now. I can say now I have officially become a slave of him for him. I no longer can control my emotion as well as my body which I gave him all without anything left. He feels like home to me, now that he is gone? What can I do? I can only pray to god, trying my best to wait for him which is impossible but it is out of my control that's the only thing I could do to calm my mind. What should I do right now? The more I try to erase every moment I have with him, the more it is haunting me. How many tears must I shed, how many times must I cry? How many tears must I use for him to take pity on me? I am fighting my worst battle with myself right now. I told myself to be happy because my birthday is coming up in just a week. I have never broken someone's heart since I was born, why now am getting this treatment from someone I loved wholeheartedly? I felt bad for 3 people that I kept repeating find good points in him and kept on venting to them about the same cycle. Thanks to them that at least they listen to my whole story which I still can't forgive myself for the mess I created. I hope I can smile for my birthday this year, I am getting old but seems like I'm still childish when it's come to him. I am still hoping he remembers that this birthday boy is in a week, even it is not impossible but I am still waiting for the impossible to happen. Sorry for my broken English.

2025-08-14

Don't beg

Advise to myself and other who may need to hear this, Love hard, be loyal, put effort, but don't beg for love when you feel like you no longer wanted. Know your worth, you deserve to be love too.

2025-08-14

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Confess ot del approve sos tang pi khae 3:D

2025-08-14

Relying to #KJ0586

I am the girl name Samphors and I feel like I still owe someone an explanation even though there were many late night talks and paragraphs explaining exactly how I felt about the relationship. I’ve seen this confession months ago and I am hesitant to make an assumption that it’s about me, but he knew I read every confession from this page. We lost contact for months, it’s never been easy for me and I believe u might experience it worse, which I don’t know cuz u never show. For me certain places, songs and lyrics remind me of u, the β€œMidnight rain” lyrics was one of the reason why I decided to write this reply. β€œI broke his heart 'cause he was nice He was sunshine, I was midnight rain He wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain He wanted a bride, I was making my own name Chasing that fame, he stayed the same All of me change like midnight” There’s nth wrong with us, we’re just two different ppl from two different world that couldn’t collide. I can’t describe how much I wanted us to work out and I believe u thought the same way, too (at least from what I see). Accepting that was the end of us was hard pill to swallow, u were my first and I wish u would be my last, not to become a lesson for me to learn. You’re a nice soul and I appreciate everything u did for me. May all the good thing u did for me and others return back to u and so longπŸ‘‹β€¦ I hope