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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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

Let them go :)

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2025-08-14

Wait

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2025-08-14

Temporary Unknown Status

Hey, you are the one who decided to break up and also you are the one who ignored and closed the communication even said we can’t continue anymore. As time goes by, I’m trying to heal myself and move on, you showed up acting like all the above things didn’t happen. When I ask why would you come back, you said there must be a reason but you don’t know it too. So I’m wondering what am I to you really? A toy?

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

To the person that I love the most.!

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2025-08-14

Her.

One of the hardest things that I’m doing right now is letting go of a person whom I never thought I would do. It’s the best for myself to be able to heal. I wrote my stories here probably a few times of how I love that person but in the end we’re just friends. I still have feelings for her and I don’t think I would ever lose those feelings, but the thing is I’m moving forward. I don’t stay in the same old place with the wonderful/painful memories. Honestly, she’s the first person that I’ve loved this much and I even told her that. Still, I need to accept the fact that it’s not gonna work and our connection can only be β€œbest friend”. She told me that she met someone and she kinda loves that him too. So yeah. Sometimes you miss the memories and the times that you had spent with them but not the person themselves.

2025-08-14

Dear #C

We've been broke up for 2 years but idk why i always miss you even though i was with someboday Else. I was hugging and kissing her but all my mind was thinking about you and I still imagined it's was u. I know u still have a feeling for me but i really can't move on from what u did to me. I choose to ignore u for ur good and it's really hurt that i'm ignoring a girl that i love the most. I just want to tell u that you're the girl i love the most. I want congrat u for ur dream become true even without me. I always love you ❀️