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Women attract, they don’t chase. Why don’t men realize that a woman has many choices but she chose you so why don’t you treat her well? Why you treat her good only at the start? And then after some time she change you got all mad? Weren’t you the one who made her become like that if you treat her like how you first got her would she change?

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If I told you my feelings, would you feel the same?

My story is similar to your chapter 20. I have a friend and we both are girls. We kinda keep our lives low-key so no one really knows what’s going on in our lives (personal problems and stuff) except that we told each other our stories. It all began when my life had fallen in the darkness where I pushed everyone away and I didn’t even talk to anyone but not until she was there for me. She gave me the kind of feelings that I’d never had before. Not once in my life had felt like that with anyone although I have many friends. She told me that she would look at her phone for 24hours just to waiting for me to reply her texts. But then things started to falling apart. We would just stop talking for no reason. Instead of talking to each other, we just assumed if the other one was okay or not. It’s really toxic I know even we tried to talk about it, it was still getting worse. I kept wondering β€œis she okay?” β€œwhat if she tries to do something bad?”. I would stalk all her social media accounts and then I noticed her bio. So if we wanted to say something during the time that we ignored each other, we would change our bio. After months and months, I realised that I actually got attached to her. I needed her validation. Unlike anyone else, she made me feel so special. But the thing is I don’t understand this feeling. I wasn’t sure if she would feel the same way. I thought it’s just impossible cause we’re best friends and I didn’t wanna ruin this great friendship that I have ever had in my entire life. The connection was just different from others. The connection wouldn’t last so long. I still feel the same but I don’t know about hers. We’re like strangers with many unforgettable memories now. However, thanks to her for being a huge part of my life. Thank you.

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Unexpected dream

Dear mystery man, I still remember the trace of your hands that was slowly embracing me into your arms. It was such a wholehearted moment that I ever experienced, even though it was just a dream. The moment you hugged me, I immediately felt warmth from you already. I do not understand why nor remember your face however, the touch that you gave me in that dream was the best thing that ever happened to me.

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αž‡αžΆαž’αŸ’αžœαžΈαž“αžΉαž„αž‚αŸ’αž“αžΆ?

Jab pderm dombong doy ka exam ti 9 puk yrg skol knea ber kit tv 4 chnam hx .Hz kor 4 chnam hx dea puk yrg min dg tha trov jea avey ng knea oy prakot!kor doch jea 4 chnam hz dea zeii chkout mnak nis Cr yrg tea ot hean sarapheap sne brab tv u doysa tea pel dea nh rok sarapheap u mean mnus kbae lhot tver oy nh min hean ng yy pi arom klun eng brab tv u .hz nh ot dea jong u hx ng Ss u bek knea ey dea cuz nh min jong bombek bombak sneha ke trem tea nh sl u mnak eng kor nh mean k'dey sok dea .tea krob pel dea u mor yy muy nh or hav nh nv sala ey jg kor tver oy nh sby jit lerng nv min sok dea .jun por oy slanh knea lhot nah mnak nis trem khernh u sby jit kor mean kdey sok dea. Rkun dea tver laor j'muy nh nah ☺

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These several years not a single day where i wish we would end up tgt but the more i hold on to u the more i realized i never meant to be in ur life so i give up

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Ignoring is suck

If ignore me make you happy then do it😊 I just hope that you’re happy even without me. I will stand behind you no matter what.

2025-08-14

Earth-Kepler: Stay true to yourself

To my best ex-lover, It’s raining now. It’s a beautiful cozy evening. I suddenly want to tell you something but this is the only way I could convey this message. You may not see this, or you may not recognize me. Yet, I hope you still remember the nickname we gave each other. This is not the letter of regret. This is the letter of appreciation. I guess, it’s been 6 years already. I hope you’re doing great and living your best life. I hope you know how to love and cherish yourself, first and foremost. I hope you’ve found the path that can lead you to your dreams successfully. I hope you’re being honest and true to yourself. I hope you find the one you sincerely love and gives the same response back. Our love story might not have a happy ending, but looking back all I can see isβ€”grateful and precious memories. You were and will always be my best partner in crime. We were too young to understand what love is, or how it works. If, only we were more mature back then, perhaps we could have embarked on a longer quest together. Yet, after all, it’s still a beautiful piece of my journey that I’ll never forget. We’ve grown now. Life moves on after all, and I hate to admit the fact that we’re just two strangers with fond memories. Still, I’m proud to say that you were my best boyfriend. I also told people how great you were as an individual and a partner. Our story didn’t end in the ugly way. At least, we knew that we were right for each other, just at the wrong time. Our short journey was a beautiful adventure. I hope you feel the same way too. Eventually, I hope you are sincerely happy right now. You surely know how I am as a person, right? So, if we see each other next time, can you at least say β€œhey” to me first, just like how we used to in the past? I think it will be a beautiful reunion of old friends. - kepler