2 years without You

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2025-08-14

December 2015

There was a guy that catch my eyes back then during my parent working trip at KPS since 2015. Our eyes catch while I was on my way down the stair and it keep bothering me for around one year and thanks god in 2017 I can forget it because I was busy studying for my BACII . I never thought that we could meet again but in 2018 I end up working in the same place with him until now. I use to be someone who good at controlling myself when it comes to feeling and always try to calm myself down for these few years but lately it seem to be out of control and I cannot stop thinking about him. He keep looking at me when we meet and when our eyes meet my heart keep racing. I always trying to avoid but the more I try the more we accidentally meet. I just don't know what to do now...it's so confusing.....

2025-08-14

Being ghosted

I used to be mad. I used to look back and wonder where I went wrong, and took all the blame. I wondered why would you ghost me like I never mattered. One day our friendship was flourishing–filled with laughter and late-night text messages and venting–the next, it was gone. I used to wished that our long/ funny conversation will come back. It hurts to know that we used to be so close, and now it’s like I don’t know you at all. I feel as though you don’t want me anymore. What do we all talk about, do we talk about past things to catch up on, or do we just act like no time has passed?. We’re not as close as we were before. There are days when I am so happy and that the person I want to talk to you is you. I want to tell you every detail, the entire story, and I want you to listen. There are other days where that high isn’t there when I feel low, and I just want you there to listen or to talk about anything else. Those days are when I miss you the most.There are some secrets that I could never tell another person, but I can easily tell you. Some days I wonder if we will ever be that kind of friends again. Sure, I look back and still smile on the times that we have had, the moments we had shared, the jokes, the laughter that filled our friendship. I have no idea how you feel about our friendship right now. But I am here, in case you make that step back. I am also here, wishing nothing but the best for you: laughter, that all your dreams come true, and all the happiness in the world. I’d like to let you know that our friendship meant everything to me. Thank you for the good memories that you leave behind. I hope wherever you are, you’re happy with yourself. I hope you have found peace with your problems–the people who had hurt you in the past. I hope you finally find something you love and let it consume you. I hope you find a guy who truly treats you the way you deserve.

2025-08-14

My first real love

Hey, I hope this message reach out to you in any ways. Ahh I seriously don’t know where to start. I remember the first time we met though screens. At first I thought you were just joking around. I never thought that I would fall for you that hard. It took us a week of talking stage and we started dating. To be honest, I had never felt that kind of heartwarming love from any guys I met out there. You were the first person who make me feel alive and know exactly that true love does exist. I know I’m the one to blame. I took you for granted, not knowing that you’ll soon lose interest in me. You did gave me signs. But I ignored it. You reassure me everyday that you love me, you care for me. But I didn’t believe that because I thought you still have feelings for your ex. I love it when you call me β€œ Babe β€œ. I can still hear you calling me that. Day by day I tried to forget you. Besides all the good memories we had together always hit me up. I was stupid for not keeping our love last. I was stupid for not acknowledging the signs that you have given me. At the end of the day all I got was sorrow. You remember there was a song called strange by celeste? It goes like β€œ Isn’t strange how people can change, from strangers to friends, friends into lovers and strangers again.. β€œ. 13-11-2021 was the day we decided to walk different path. I don’t blame you for catching feelings for her. It was my fault for making you falling for her. If I was good to you, you wouldn’t have fallen for her. I’m sorry I wasn’t at my best version back then. But no I won’t blame you. And again I had never thought that you would walk away from my life. You were the only person who make me shine bright like a star. Right now, you’re not here anymore. I miss you every second, every minute, every hour and everyday. Hoping that you’ll come back. But I know that you won’t. It has been almost 5 months now and I’m still in love with you. Although we can’t turn back time, however I wish you’ll find someone who is loving and will love you unconditionally. All the best!

2025-08-14

I made it <3

I am the confessor of #KJ0217 I just wanted to say that I made it. It was super awkward at first but then things turn out better. BIG Thanks to those who give me tips cuz it really helped me a lot!πŸ™πŸ» Proud to say I am dating my dream girl ❀️

2025-08-14

I don't like my boyfriend.

Thanks for letting me getting this out as this is something I can't normally share with my friends. I have been together with my boyfriend for almost 3 years. He's someone I can share everything with and someone I'm comfortable to be with. We are on the same page in term of life goals and other stuff. I have no eyes for anyone else or think about having choices because my life already suffered me enough and I love him. I long for someone who share the same passion and energy as I do and someone I can RELY on. My boyfriend is great but there are certain times that I feel like if something were to happen in the future, I'll be the one who has to take control. Those certain times and little things make me doubt if I can stay with him because I don't want to be unsatisfied after I'm married, right? I don't want to leave him but personality traits aren't something I can change. It's started to build up inside me and it affects my action towards him too. I feel like shit. αžŠαžΌαž…αž‚αŸ’αžšαž”αŸ‹αž‚αŸ’αž“αžΆαžαŸ‚αž„αž“αž·αž™αžΆαž™αžαžΆβ€‹αž€αžΆαžšαž αžΎαž™αž’αžαŸ‹αžŸαž”αŸ’αž”αžΆαž™αž…αž·αžαŸ’αžαž–αŸ’αžšαŸ„αŸ‡αž”αŸ’αžαžΈαž¬αž”αŸ’αžšαž–αž“αŸ’αž’αž–αžΉαž„αž–αžΆαž€αŸ‹αž˜αž·αž“αž”αžΆαž“. I don't want that. At first, you love each other unconditionally and as times goes by, you realize that there many things to look for. Love doesn't solve the problem.

2025-08-14

Habits

I can easily forget someone who loves me but I can’t easily forget someone who doesn’t love me.

2025-08-14

3years of us

We met at 2019 but now look at us , we’re just strangers with some memories . First I really want to be his girl best friend , but once upon a time I think I have feeling for him not just friend . I am distancing myself from someone I love. Until now I just can’t get you out of my mind . Thank you for being there for me when I needed you the most . πŸ«€

2025-08-14

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