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selfhealingmoments · 8 months
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skyrchives · 8 months
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I hope I have touched your life, the way you touched mine.
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resonantmuse · 2 years
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you’re the first person i think of when i wake up, and the last person i think of when i go to bed.
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notmadebyhumanhands · 4 months
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Unrequited "love" is such a weird pain.
This isn’t the first time we fell for somebody, and this won’t be the last. This isn’t the first time they don’t want us back.
We’re supposed to be wiser, stronger, less vulnerable by now. But why do we keep falling into the same traps?
No amount of fantasy or wishful thinking is ever going to make it real. We are logical enough to know this, rational enough to know what couldn’t be.
Yet we still fall for it. Every. Single. Time.
This has been turned into songs and novels and movies; but we never learn.
Is it because you can’t help whom you love? It’s always such a hassle, and I’ve always said I don’t want a distraction. But it can’t be helped, can it?
How many times should we repeat "fuck these feelings" until they vanish?
If I can’t have him, can this pain be taken away from me, at least?
Or is this how we know we’re alive? Because that’s the thing about pain — it demands to be felt.
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maeri-ell · 9 months
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Unbound Longing || unrequited love || Fyodor x gn! reader
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In the heart of Yokohama, a city steeped in mystery and intrigue, an unlikely connection was about to unfold. Fyodor Dostoevsky, a brooding and complex soul, found himself drawn to the city's enigmatic energy. Little did he know that his path would cross with that of Y/N, a young and vibrant individual whose world was about to be turned upside down.
One evening, as Y/N wandered through the dimly lit streets, lost in the world of their own thoughts, they caught a glimpse of a figure lurking in the shadows. Fyodor, with his melancholic aura, observed Y/N from afar, his penetrating gaze filled with a mixture of curiosity and detachment.
As fate would have it, their paths crossed at a desolate park, where Fyodor often sought solace in solitude. Y/N, captivated by the enigmatic air surrounding Fyodor, approached cautiously, their heart pounding with anticipation.
"Excuse me," Y/N uttered, their voice barely above a whisper. Fyodor turned, his expression cold and distant, yet something about Y/N's presence intrigued him.
Their conversations began hesitantly, with Y/N attempting to unravel the depths of Fyodor's mind. But as the days turned into weeks, Y/N's affection for Fyodor grew deeper, while Fyodor's detachment remained unchanged.
Y/N shared their dreams and aspirations, their love for literature, and their yearning for a connection that could transcend the ordinary. They saw in Fyodor a kindred spirit, an enigma waiting to be understood. But despite their efforts, Fyodor remained closed off, unwilling to reciprocate the affection that grew within Y/N's heart.
Y/N's love became a one-sided symphony, with each note echoing into an abyss of unrequited emotions. Fyodor, torn between his own demons and his inability to grasp the concept of love, withdrew further into his fortress of detachment.
In the depths of their despair, Y/N clung to the flickering hope that someday Fyodor would open his heart. They found solace in the fragments of Fyodor's words, searching for hidden meanings and glimpses of affection. But as time passed, Y/N began to realize that love, in its purest form, cannot be forced or coerced.
Their encounters became less frequent, their conversations dwindled, and Y/N found themselves walking alone through the streets of Yokohama, the weight of unrequited love heavy upon their shoulders. Yet, the experience had changed Y/N in profound ways. They had learned the bittersweet lessons of love's difficulties and the strength that can be found in vulnerability.
Fyodor, forever locked in his self-imposed isolation, remained a distant figure in Y/N's memory. They carried the scars of unreciprocated affection, but they also carried the resilience to grow and heal.
In the end, their love story remained an unfinished chapter, a reminder that sometimes the heart yearns for what it cannot have. Y/N emerged from the depths of unrequited love with a newfound understanding of the intricacies of human connections, forever carrying a piece of Fyodor's enigmatic soul within them.
As the years passed, Y/N's heart would heal, finding love and solace in the arms of those who could reciprocate their affection. And while Fyodor Dostoevsky remained a haunting memory, forever etched in the annals of their past, Y/N moved forward, embracing the beauty of a love that could be fully realized and cherished.
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i love him more than anything and anyone in this world, nothing could take that away, absolutely nothing.. i’d drop anything, everyone i ever knew just to have his love
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emilybrontesghost · 4 months
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“The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!”
-Emily Bronte
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coffee-scripts · 2 years
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I drown in my own thoughts
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sadsixtynine · 18 days
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i was scared i wouldnt be able to move on and forget his face. his warmth. his hands. his love. his everything. but i was also scared to lose him. scared if i moved on he would cease to live inside me. i realized i will hold on forever. and even though i am able to walk away. i do not want to. i will love him forever. i will try to keep every piece of him, every memory, even if he leaves.
i tried to disappear from his life. i wanted to. i mourned him and what we could have been. i cried as i watched him reach out to me, only making it to my fingertips. never fully touching. i didn’t see the possibility of him stretching a little further. i need handfuls of his love. handfuls of him. i need him to never let me go.
when i disappeared. he called me back. it only took 3 days of silence. he called me back. he still only grazes my fingertips, but he called me back. which is how i know he will never let me go. he will call me back. he will stretch. i will get handfuls of him.
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Hi. I just wanted to share that my heart was broken. again. This is probably the 7th time my love has been unrequited. In general, I never had mutual feelings. I'm tired of looking for what's wrong with me and after so many times I feel empty and never want to try again.
Can I be a 🍮 anon?
{Let’s Talk about Unrequited Relationships…}
Hello, sweet anon… I’m proud of you for stopping by and sharing. You are so brave. You, your feelings, and your experiences are all valid. Yes, of course you can be my 🍮 anon! Thank you for asking, sweetness. ♥️♥️
*sigh* I feel for you, anon, I do… What you’re describing is not easy. It’s hard, it’s… *sigh* difficult to say the least. I understand your pain. I understand falling for someone and it being unrequited. Once again, you are valid.
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Here are my thoughts and recommendations:…
Take some time for some reflection. Think about those 7 times of unrequited feelings. Reflect on how you felt, how they felt, and how it went down each time. Think about what you have learned and what you want to do better. Ask yourself why your past relationships/experiences the way that they did.
The purpose of this is that you want to have processed, accepted, and healed from all 7 times. If you aren’t ready for a relationship because of your past feelings, the chances of future relationships working out in a healthy and mutual manner lower.
Take some time to yourself if you aren’t already. It sounds like you’ve been through a lot with unrequited feelings, and I would recommend giving yourself a bit of a break. Take care of yourself, take some you time. There is value in being single, the reflection and work you can do on yourself. I’m not saying to swear off all relationships, but rather, to put some intentional time into yourself. And to wait until you are ready to jump back in. ♥️
Don’t give up. Keep working on yourself, keep putting yourself out there. Let yourself heal from your past, so that you can thrive in the future. There’s a future mutual relationship for you, it’s out there somewhere. You just gotta keep looking.
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I hope this was helpful, sweet anon. I am always willing to talk more about this topic or something else. Don’t hesitate to reach out again! Hope to hear from you soon. Have a lovely day/night!! 💞💞💞
Talk with Me ❤️‍🔥
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nmolesofadrenaline · 7 months
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So much of what we learn about love is taught by people who never really loved us.
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selfhealingmoments · 2 years
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some people will not see you no matter how hard you work for trying to be seen. this is when you need to let go. letting go is hard as hell, but staying is harder. it will consume you and waste your precious time. so make sure you properly grieve the loss of what you hoped for. soon you will see the situation with a different set of eyes, knowing you did the right thing. staying any longer just wouldn’t benefit you in any way. by letting go you just spared yourself of all the dwelling, hoping, searching and fighting to be seen. the hopeless fighting is over – new chapter stars here 🕊
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skyrchives · 5 months
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I tried re-reading the chapters that has you in it, trying to find some loopholes. But at some point, I realized — I can re-read my favorite book but I can never change the ending.
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resonantmuse · 2 years
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everything i see makes me think of you one way or another.
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bakedactually · 6 months
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it’s comforting to know I at least can still see you in my dreams. that’s all I have now.
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theunpaidtherapist · 2 years
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You are my moon
without you
my nights are dark and cold
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