Have you met the one who is "better" that your friends always said "You deserve better" yet?

Been in many toxic relationships. Been as a please person. Been loving controller, narcissist, and who doesn't value my love for them. I'm tired but they said "Keep being nice, loyal, and faithful in relationship and soon you will find someone you deserve". So have you found her/him yet? Would you stop being faithful cause of how you been treated? Or wait until the "better" one coming?

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2025-08-14

To my first love

I believe the first love is always the best feeling you have ever felt in your youth memories either it ends well or bad. Believe it or not, my first love experience has still hunted me until today. As of today, I still stuck seeing his rounded face facing with sunlight in my eyes and his soft voice in my both ears. Ever since I met him in high school, my life has changed completely. People said love is blind and I absolutely agree with that. Everyone was invisible to me whenever he showed up. I would lose my word whenever we started the conversation. My heart beated crazily when he came close to my body. My face would turn red in seconds when he called me by my name or oun eng. However, I was not the only one who wanted this man to be in my life, he was an apple in every girls’ eyes back to that year. His friendliness, caring, kindness, helpfulness, and bright smile make him had everyone attention. Thankfully, due to the class arrangement I got a chance to share a table with him for two wonderful years. Within that years, I witnessed the girls who tried to win his heart yet, he turned them all down. I had no answer to why he turned everyone down but I was so happy that I still have chance. Ever since we started studying together, I push myself to study harder and harder because he was one of an outstanding student and I was hoping that if I did well in my academic I would be noticed by him someday (the stupid meπŸ˜‚). I would never talk to him first until he started the conversation (I was shy πŸ™ˆ) and our topic would be only about the academic. Thank to him even he noticed I felt uncomfortable with him around, he still tried his very best to make me felt better and help me out with our team work. He would tag me along to the part-time school and even brought me snack. There was a time that it was raining like dog and cat and he decided to owed me his jacket so I would still felt warm on my way back home. Yet, he was this good to everyone not only me that time and the only reason I was able to be treated spacial because I was his deskmate. Everything went too well that make me hopelessly falling deeper and deeper day to day. But because it went to well, I did not dare to confess because if I was turning down that time I would completely lose him and would have no another chance share some priceless like that moment. So I did my best in my study to be bold to him and would try to hide my feelings from him and even avoided seeing him sometimes. This was killing me yet also saving me from losing this man as well. Months went by and here come bacll time ( it was tough in 2017), we both were trying so hard and promise to do our best. With my effort, school and family support, also his mentally and academically support, I did it. I at least got a B while he had himself an A. I was so happy for him and it was the first time we share a hug and he put his hand on my head and should said β€˜You αž―αž„ αž–αžΌαž€αŸ‚αžŽαžΆαžŸαŸ‹β€˜. That was a moment that I am proud of myself the most. Even I couldn’t accompany him to the award ceremony but I felt enough. I was now told by my 4years crush that I did great and even shared a happy moment with him. After bacll, we still chatted and discussed what should we do next and it was when I realized I cannot just run after him all the time I should also find my own goal and purpose. So he went for a university abroad and I registered for a local university and it’s also when we started fading away. As of today, we are now graduated and doing our dream job. We met serveral times this recent years. I am so happy to share my high memories with him and to have him as my first love even it was only me who in love. Thank to him and his support for me to become who I am today. As of today I am still regretting not able to confess my love to him back then and if I could turn back time I hope I least heard a bold yes or no from him, honestly. Even if this love was silly but I did feel love and it all ends well, thank 🀍. And of course I hope you would come across this message someday. Thank you for your memories. And guess what I already found my Mr. Right and even if he was not my first he will be the only one who going to walk me on the aisle after my father. I am now getting married to someone I love and I am sure he love me harder. Thank you my first love and you will be one of my best memories even after my wedding day. Thank for everything 🀍

2025-08-14

Appreciate

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2025-08-14

You're Not Sorry

You're not sorry for hurting someone. You're not sorry for taking advantage of someone else's feeling for you. You're not sorry for making them feel low and pathetic. You're only thinking that you feel sorry because that's the only way to reassure yourself that you weren't actually in the wrong but, in fact, that doesn't actually stop you from repeating it. There's no excuse for you. You never care but it would have at least been better if you didn't care enough to actually care to hurt someone who's currently yearning for you. It's crazy how those who hurts will only continue to hurt, the excruciating pain. When you can't overcome the trauma and agony, you were seen to be weak and that you're the only one allowing yourself to get hurt. That could be true but that doesn't always mean that they aren't trying to break free. When reality has seeped in and escaping is succeeded, "I" will understand how relieved it would be and that's what I set to believe. You are not sorry and I am not seeking for your sympathy on the torment you have caused. Regrets and joys are mixed up in a resulted development but let's all be enlighten by it. With hopes.

2025-08-14

The saddest thing …

The saddest thing in the world is loving someone who used to love you :)))

2025-08-14

reply to #KJ0376

after seeing this post, i can sense immediately it's maybe from you! it doesn't mean that, after i got gf i ignored u or take this friendship for granted! you know, you should look from different perspectives, u should communicate or ask me directly because there're thing that u don't really know. i still care about you and checking up on u, but not everyone has energy to communicate all the time. we can't be that stable everyday, too! i still valued u and the friendship but please understand my side as well! i don't even reply my gf that fast too! even my few years of friendship, i didn't text withthem that much too! im so tired with my life lately, please understand that I need time for some break as well!

2025-08-14

Feeling and reason are at war...

It was not right how I thought I could control my feelings since I was traumatized by how I was treated... It was not right how I thought my emotions could be detached if I belived so... It was not right how you just became a part of me, my emotion, my life without me knowing... It was not right how it could affect me this much just by not getting your text... I mean since when have you become this important to me? For some reasons, I think we have the mutual feelings, but it is just not right for us to be together because we are traumatized by our experiences, is it? Or has it been one-sided? I just feel confused and I fear that it would take too much time to move on... becuase you are always on my mind now. Us being able to talk again or not, I am not sure. What I am sure is that talking to you was one best experience. I enjoy it and I hope you feel the same. :)

2025-08-14

Irreplaceable you.

You were the best, you were the one who i trully β€œLove”. The word β€˜Love’ is a strong word for both of us to use. We cross path as if fate brought us together for a reason. We clicked so well, it feels like 2 broken pieces were placed to complete each other missing parts. We both have the same taste in Movies, Music, things that revolve around us, We like to spend quality time together. It gets to the point where the word β€˜Love’ grows on me and It gets to the point where i can’t go on a day without talking to you. You are just as cold as the winter, independent as you are and i love you. It’s hard for you to show your feelings toward others, you said it’s lame to ask for affections. but we eventually part ways. Months have passed, I started to live without you, I couldn’t move on from you if gets to the point where i have to date someone to move on from you, for godsake i couldn’t you were there everywhere i go, on my mind like a lyric that stucked in my head and i kept repeating it over and over. Everywhere i go i see familiar faces, where they looked like you, same glasses, same length of hair, the same hair style, the same way u walk, everything just reminding me of you. I was a fool to let you go, everything leads to regret, i should have never left you in the first place, i should have changed for you. You loved me, you moved on. I’m happy for you. We both crossed path and i’m glad. Our time that we’ve spent it will shine like gold in my memories. Irreplaceable you, no one can take your place.

2025-08-14

:((

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