- More then friend, Less than lovers

Incapable to keep you by my side but just to let you know that my heart was once yours . - To Sok Heang

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2025-08-14

At least we met.

meeting you was very unexpected. it was very amazing. we started off very well, days passed. i enjoyed talking to you very much. our vibes, our life, we clicked very well. at that very moment, i felt happiness once again. you did nothing special, yet i find happiness coming w/o realizing. you was the reason i get better. i dont wish that we could talk again, but if you're unhappy, then i hope i could carry those sadness with you or maybe, for you. "how are you?" - you asked i'm not doing that well, i said. what would you do if you knew i didnt do well because i was missing you? writing a book has never came into my thought. but when i remember your name, i wanted to write about our stories, about us. meeting again at the right time doesnt sound like a guaranteed promise isn't it? well, let's meet again next life time. i will always wish for your happiness even w/o me, little girl.

2025-08-14

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It’s been awhile since I last saw this page updated. I just wanna said thank you to admin for creating this page. This page is literally my comfort zone reading anonymous message and I learn a lot from it. I hope this page will be active again soon but if admin page needs sometime to relax from this page it’s okay I just hope you enjoy your time and be happy.

2025-08-14

To the guy I love most, Sophea.

MY FLAWS. I thought we were supposed to talk about our problems and solve them together. You told me how you don't like me doing shitposting, being shady about you. I stopped. I didn't know it would bother you that much. All those shitposting and shady posts aren't about you, I swear. I know those are not reasons and I was right. It was my attitude. I thought you would talk it out but you didn't, you chose to leave me while I'm still in love with you. I didn't know I have such an attitude to make you lose feelings for me, if so I'm sorry. I was not pressuring you, I never ever or even think about making you love me the way I want. Maybe my actions or how I talk seem like that but I'm not that type of person. I told you I'm an attention seeker. Of course I always try to seek attention from the guy that I love, the guy that I prioritized first, the guy that I would do anything for and it's you but I know what is right and what is wrong. Who knows you got the wrong idea about me. I'm not trying to act like a victim here and I was never one. I'm just trying to tell you about what I wanted to say and how I felt.

2025-08-14

Do broken people deserve love?

I went over to a camping trip sometimes ago and I felt in love with this one girl. We still meet each other sometimes. She was spectacular, the most amazing person I've ever known. She was compassionate, kind and understood me more than anybody ever did. She has shaken the my wall I've built up to never love anyone too much so I can never hurt. I want our relationship to develop further but I'm not sure about myself. I'm just a broken person, depressed, wasted. I don't want to fix this issue by having another person to fix me because that's not the right way to do. Any advices?

2025-08-14

SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW - L

Remember there always pieces of you inside me , always . You the sweetest purest person i ever met you . I'm glad i having you as mine . I just need some space that i can fix everything for us and eps for you . Ask myself a question how can i can take care of you? how to make you feel safe in here ? I still want you . lovely around here without you . I still see your charming smile around me thanks babe take care good care of yourself love you

2025-08-14

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2025-08-14

No Reason to Hold

Let's me explain it into an easy example: How heavy a glass of water? 12oz? 15oz? 300g? The absolute weigh of the glass doesn't matter... it depend on how long you hold on to it. If you hold for a minute, nothing happens. If you hold for an hour, your arm will begin to ache. If you hold it ALL DAY LONG, your arm will feel NUMB and PARALYZED. Well, the weigh of the glass hasn't changed, but the longer you hold on to it, the HEAVIER it becomes. The STRESSES and the WORRIES of my life are like this glass of water... First, I thinking about them for a little while there's no problem. If I keep think about it for a little bit longer... it BEGINS to hurt! Then I think about them ALL DAY LONG and I've feel PARALYZED incapable of doing anything! It's because I believed in it, that why I came this far. I'm trying, I'm trying, until I have tried~ SO, I decided to PUT THE GLASS DOWN. \U0001F951

2025-08-14

What if I am just the girl who comes into his life just to help him be a better man for another girl?

We werent supposed to meet. I was supposed to walk a path set out for me...i was supposed to never step a foot or breathe into your world...but a moment of recklessness brought me into a new world that made me into a happier person. And I met you. You were always like a shadow until one day i stopped, turned around, and fell immediately into your cold, indifferent eyes. You barely talked to anybody, but you were responsive to me. You tolerated my meanness, you listened to my sob stories, and you let me talked abt my drama without making me feel like i am a bother. Slowly, you opened up to me...but I know there is still a deeper part of you I might never get to know. Nevertheless, as friends, you are the best friend a girl could ever asked for. I've never had a male friend, so thank you for making me feel appreciated. Thank you for making me feel safe. Most important of all, thank you for making me realize what it feels like to fall in love with a true gentleman. I know my feelings arent mutual, but that is fine. We are still young. Our dreams are still far. One day, I will look back at us and smile. One day, when I am ready to move on, I will picture you in my head and tell myself, "This is the standard you're aiming for. Do not settle for less." Please...please dont get tired of me. I scolded you, nagged you because i care. I know you have the potential to be a succesful man that is why I do not want you to waste your potential. I want your family and the girl whom you will end up with to be proud of you. Why? Because you deserve the world. I care about you. A lot. I always do and I always will.