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A year ago one of my best friends and I had a weekend together. We didn't fuck although I wanted to. We teased eachother a lot and he made me cum alot with his long fingers. He is married I should care because his wife was a good friend of mine too but I couldn't feel bad, I still don't. I've been in love with him for a while but never imagined we would become physical with eachother. I love the way he kisses me. for month and months we couldn't stop touching eachother. It was like we needed to know we were both still real and wouldn't disappear. Even at work we would sneak looks at eachother and gently touch spots on places on eachother knowing what we our turn ons. Everything changed when I announced I was moving across the country. He began ignoring me and inviting me over less. I was hurt and angry but couldn't say anything because he is marries. I've been living on the west coast for a month now and i miss him every damn day. If I believed in soulmates he woumine. needes
I've been in love with one of my friends for maybe like...3 years? I'm not sure. I only just realized it a few months ago. I guess it's kind of stupid since I've never met her irl but she's shown me pictures of her. I'm demi so personality attracts me way way more than looks so I'm not sure how long this has been going on without me noticing my feelings. I have anxiety and I'm really paranoid so I could never confess. But even if I were brave enough, a year ago she met a girl we'll call Bella. She talks about Bella all the time, and they aren't really official, but my friend's feelings are mutual. Me and my friend used to talk a lot but we stopped for a while. When we began talking again she came to me to vent very often. I think this is when I started to slowly realize my feelings. I guess I felt like I was an important part in her life; And for a little while, I think I was. But then we started to drift away again. She stopped mentioning me in her feeds and over time she stopped coming to me to vent. She talked more about Bella and made other friends. I am no longer the person she goes to when feeling sad or when she wants to talk to someone. I feel like I'm only important to her when she feels alone or is in a critical state. I'm not sure if I was ever anything to her, and it's all I think about at night. I feel sick and my head hurts. I'll be honest, I am afraid that I will never love myself enough to love someone else. I am the friend people usually come to when they need to vent something out, and I often just say "I'm fine, I don't need to vent. Thank you for asking though." if they ask if I need to vent anything out. That's not true. I need to vent this out, I want to vent this out. Because these feelings can't be healthy. The way I feel actually sick when I think about love can not be healthy. I tell everyone I haven't ever really crushed on anyone. But I'm lying, and I think everyone is starting to see through it. My facade is slowly fading away and I am terrified for what will happen when I can't do it anymore; When I mess up and something accidentally comes out. I try to see the best in life, I am trying so hard to keep going with this act but I don't know how much longer I can go on for. She talks with words like "dearie", "love" and always added an "I love you" or a "
I'm a 17 year old female. I have been masturbating since before I knew what the word even meant. I just think it feels good and I know it isn't bad, but I feel very lewd and hate that I do it. I tried stopping at one point, but I'm now addicted to it....
I also believe I am a lesbian, but still a tiny bit unsure (pretty sure I am though). Although, I've only ever liked girls. Mostly straight girls. I feel like I have the worst luck when it comes to the love life that I don't have. Everytime something good happens, soon after, something bad or heartbreaking happens. Cupid is just fucking with me and screwing me over every time. I've never dated anyone before. I'm still in the closet, but I think I'll come out on my 18th bday. At least to my family.
I've liked several girls, all unrequited unfortunately. Right now I like one of my classmates who sits next to me, but we aren't that close. I was pretty sure she is straight and seeing her a Homecoming with a guy made me confirm that in my heart, which really started hurting the rest of the night. Everyone says love is the best, but even though I have liked someone, it has mostly only been heartbreaking. I know that I would never ever get the girl I like, even if I was a guy. This has been going on since 6th grade now and I'm getting tired of falling in love. I try so hard to get rid of my feelings, bit then something happens and I fall right back in. Then, like I said before, Cupid will screw with me and soon after something depressing will happen. I sometimes wish I didn't have feelings as I fall in love way too easily and all it does is hurt my heart. I'm going to wind up an old, lonely, cat lady...I just know it.... ._.
I love you, and I never knew it until it hit me like an ice cold bucket. Every time I see you I get happy and feel thankful for being your friend. Friend.
And just like that being friends wasn't enough anymore. I wanted you to look at me the way you look at him. Yeah,him.
I know you love him. You always have. I don't understand why, I mean he's an awesome guy, but he never looked at you the way I do. He'll never love you like me.
I'd do anything for you, and you know it. That's why you know how to manipulate me in doing anything you want me to.
I'm leaving next year, and I promise I'll tell you how I feel, cause I know that's what you'd want me to do. I just hope you can see me the way I see you.
P.S: I loved you from the very first time, I just never knew it.
I have been in love with the same person since the 6th grade. He and I are both adults now, me being a 23 year old F, but I still can't get him out of my mind. He never loved me and we never even dated. We were just friends. One day I decided to tell him my feelings on Facebook messages. Well, he read my confession and ignored it. A few minuets later I went to his Facebook page to see he made a post saying "Confused and don't know what to say." I was thinking about that post today and went to his old Facebook to see if it was still up and it was. The date on the post was July 26, 2012. 10 years.. 10 years of loving someone who probably never thinks of me. How pathetic.
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