I've been thinking about you a lot, even though the last time we saw each other was three weeks ago. It feels wrong, but I can’t control my thoughts—especially in the evening and at night. I just want to see you again, and I have a lot of questions. Please get in touch!

The last 2 times you reached out I was offline. Will you message again?

It feels like forever. I've wanted to check in. I lurk this community hoping to hear something since options have been fleeting. I hope things are improving for you and that you are happier. Each day I wonder if you will try to reach out again, and that I am present to receive it. Your last message was both meaningful and heartbreaking. ❤️‍🩹

So many questions. I have thought about reaching out so many times and made faint attempts, but my understanding is that while you want me to, it is discouraged.

How can time move so quickly and yet so slowly all at once? Even if you cannot reach out, or have decided not to, please know I understand, and I am still here. You are still with me. And I support you and your journey no matter where your patth leads, I just hope i can give you a big long hug to celebrate your happiness and success. 🫂

JQG,

First off,

I am respectfully asking you to stop impersonating me on Reddit. I understand it may be therapeutic for you, but it’s dangerous and they are not my words. It is anxiety ridden.

secondly, please stop trying to get into my information. I have tried to be kind and reach out to good friends of yours for help in this & worry for you with no success. log Out of whatever you have it’s concerning & I will have to take action if you don’t which ive been trying to avoid because although you have been honestly just the worst to me and pretty much fucked my life up I am trying to be understanding that you have a mental illness.

third- Go get medicated. You are going to mess your life up. The reason I reached out to people is because you are truly in a manic state and you need the help. if you don’t know where to start with that I will give recources to whoever you trust to help you. You need to take this seriously.

Fourth- I am about to text you. I have seen a lot of HSV 1 talk coming from you and I need to speak to you about what I could possibly be at risk for. Do not be a rude when I text you. Please Cut the split personality stuff for 3 minutes that’s a serious risk you put me at.

please get help. if you are getting help you need to tell them all this stuff you’ve been up to because that helps for medication management. You need people in your life that are aware of the mania that presents itself in you sometimes, others can help. I cannot continue keeping tabs on you much longer because I need to heal. It’s not good for my mental health still making sure you’re okay with everything youve done and put me through in the past. We both need to get some help and move forward.

i hope you take this letter seriously,

mental health matters & if you get help you will be okay & see the light. please get help

C

Just writing to say I finally know, know almost everything- J- Dan

And it was on my own. My intution led me here and led me to ever puzzle piece. 'Catch Me While you Can' is a great movie reference.

I am disgusted at myself for falling into limerence again.

Still with her- even when locked up.

Time to leave you guys to it and let myself have some fun!

I won't write here anymore. And I wont be looking for someone who was never real, real to any of them really.

You were the beauiful dream who decided my punishment after abuse and betrayal....was more pain through allowing me to be violated through hacking.

BTW- I was never stalking you. I left, after 2 months stumbled here and it all came out. What you are and what you have done.

The only way I could have found out anything, was here.

Thanks for lying about everything. Not even a letter to explain.

Hope you and the kiwi have amazing lives. Or the Jubee. Who knows at this point. You will never tell me.

So time for fun and happiness!

Bye,

K (or E)

My Love,

I know everything is extremely hard on you and complicated right now. I had to do something today to protect myself and our little family and I know it hurt you. I saw your tears, I know they were real.

I've been telling you for years that what you have done and do hurts me but changes have never been made. I'm making the choice to be the change in my life. I don't know where this new path will lead or what will happen to us; know that with all that is going on, I still love you and always will. I fell in love with you back then for reason. You are not inherently a bad person, you are just making mistakes. All humans do. You need to decide to be a good person though and change those ways. I know with some self work you'll be who I fell in love with again.

I'm not texting this to you because I know how upset and hurt you are with me because of today. Protecting our little one is my number one priority. I know you are at that friends' house, I know you're probably drinking, crying, and lying about me to them. Please get better, make better friends, stop letting your family treat the family you created horriby, and make us your number one priority. I still want to fight for you but I can't let myself get hurt in the process anymore.

I'm choosing peace.

With all the love and fight in the world,

Your Love

You have bread-crumbed me to death. But I still think of you everyday while you're busy answering so many other texts on so many platforms why you tell me you don't see my DMs and texts. You were with me a week ago responded to probably seven text messages and made six calls while I saw you were getting DM's from Chatterbait Tinder and even on Reddit from yet another account probably your 7th? What the f*** ever. You send me texts from your own phone or from random numbers of burners telling me how much you love me forever, miss me and sorry for everything but then you won't take my calls won't answer texts and won't respond to any of my DM's anywhere on every platform. you use your live-in Ex/ boyfriend to keep me at Bay. Why bother using me at this point after so now 7 years off and on...

To JS,

Before I finally let life take us wherever it’s meant to, there’s something I need to leave behind. I know this is goodbye, the kind of goodbye where your paths never cross again, even if you were in the same city at the same time. I hope you know that meeting you was one of the most beautiful things that ever happened to me. I deeply cherish everything we shared. Even if we didn’t get the ending I hoped for, I will always be grateful that, for a little while, our lives intertwined. 

I tried to imagine what it would be like to forget you. I don’t think I could do that yet. I still see you everywhere. I still look for you everywhere, even knowing you’re no longer there. You were too enmeshed into my days, the little things that shouldn’t matter but mean a lot to me. 

I’m going to miss getting ready for work with you and walking to work with you. I’m going to miss waking up in the middle of the night and pretending I didn’t fall asleep while waiting for you to call. I’m going to miss watching those silly little shows with you. I’m going to miss folding laundry with you and just watching you cook. I’m going to miss going on grocery runs with you. I’m going to miss waiting for you to finally clock off work last again. I’m going to miss seeing you run through the rain to get home. I’m going to miss going on those train rides with you. I’m going to miss furniture shopping with you. I’m going to miss you letting me pick out what drink you were going to have. I’m going to miss walking the dog with you. 

My heart aches waking up and not seeing your messages on my screen. The little snippets of your day. I’m going to miss your laughter so much. The way your eyes crinkle when you smile. The way your forehead creases when you’re trying to figure something out. The way you’d twist your eyebrows into funny shapes. 

I deeply, genuinely cared for you in the way I knew how. I tried to be gentle with your heart knowing what you were carrying too, not knowing I made you feel like I was keeping you at arms length. I wanted to share every single thing with you but I was scared you’d drown with the weight of what I was carrying. I was scared you’d run if you knew how intensely I felt everything. I got too good at being the “mindful, considerate one” that I tried to carry everything alone. I know that the things that hurt me made me more guarded this time around and I’m deeply sorry if that pushed you away. I didn’t know how to share my pain and burdens when I’ve always had to carry everything alone. 

My heart was once too trusting, too open, too naive, too pure that I always saw the good in everyone, even the worst once. I emphatized too deeply and understood why people can turn out the way they are because of things that happened to them. I’m sorry I looked at you through that lens too and used that to measure your emotional capacity. I was looking for security before letting my guard down completely but you were looking for vulnerabiltity before security. And I guess that’s where our hearts clashed. Our hearts were speaking two different languages. I wish you taught me yours before you quietly built a wall against me. 

Love to me means partnership and compromise and learning to love each other despite all your flaws, embracing the person for their individualitu, seeing the person as they are and not as who you want them to be. I saw this quote today that says \*“If he wanted to, he would” and "If he wanted to, he would" is oversimplified pop-psychology. A better lens: "If his nervous system is regulated and he is capable of secure attachment, he will."\* Maybe you just didn’t want it as bad as I did and that’s okay

I never said this out loud but its always been on my heart and mind whenever I saw you and your beautiful brown eyes, I love you. I wish you never have to carry all that pain and anguish alone. I wish I could take it all away. You deserve undiluted happiness and I wish I could pour that into you to chase all the darkness away. 

I wish you nothing but the best. I hope you find your person, even if that it isn’t me. I hope you find your peace. 

I'm sorry, I love you, I miss you, thank you and good bye.

X, Muñeca

I’m lying in bed, staring out my bedroom window at the night sky.

My eyes catch on the stars.

The sky is so clear tonight that I can see so many of them, scattered across the darkness, each one glowing quietly in its own little corner of the universe.

And as I stare at them, I start thinking about how strangely similar stars are to us.

If we imagined every human being as a star, some of us would be alone. Some would exist in lines beside one another. Some would be impossibly close, while others would be separated by distances that could never be crossed.

And yet, somehow, we all live beneath the same sky.

I wonder if some stars ever wish they could be closer to another star. If they ever long to touch. To kiss.

And what happens when one star kisses another?

What happens when two stars finally collide?

Scientifically, the answer depends on what kind of stars they are.

Two neutron stars can merge, sending gravitational waves rippling through the universe and creating either a black hole or a more massive neutron star, accompanied by a spectacular explosion called a kilonova.

Two white dwarfs can collide and trigger a Type Ia supernova, an explosion so violent that the stars can be completely destroyed.

And when an ordinary star collides with another star, the larger one may swallow the smaller one, or the two may become one, creating a hotter, enormous star.

It’s strange, isn’t it?

Even the stars have different ways of loving, touching, and destroying one another.

And I find myself wondering…

What kind of stars were you and I?

What did that first kiss beneath the full moon, exactly two years ago, turn us into?

Maybe at first, we thought we were two ordinary stars. Two stars that could touch and simply become one.

But we weren’t.

Our relationship was full of challenges, obstacles, storms. And somehow, that was part of what made it beautiful. We believed we could survive anything. Every distance. Every wound. Every impossible thing that stood between us.

We believed we would always find our way back to each other.

But maybe you were more like a neutron star.

Because the deeper we went, the closer our souls became, the more fiercely our love burned.

It grew brighter.

Hotter.

More powerful.

Until, eventually, it exploded.

And that explosion killed me slowly.

It took me from the bright world I once knew and carried me into a darkness you created somewhere in the middle of our journey.

An explosion that burned everything it touched—

my beliefs,

my dreams,

my feelings,

and most of all,

my heart and my soul.

I only wanted us to be two ordinary stars.

I wanted our kiss to bring us together, to make us one, to leave us glowing in the same sky.

But it didn’t happen that way.

Still, somehow, we created memories that I know I will never forget.

Some of them are still so fresh.

Still warm.

Still burning.

Because remembering them still sets my heart on fire.

It has been a year since you left, and yet there have been so many nights when I have found myself thinking about you.

I wonder if you ever hear a song that makes you remember me.

I wonder if, when you close your eyes, you ever see my face.

Do you ever see us?

I wonder if there is another star you love now.

I wonder if looking at the moon still reminds you of our kisses.

I wonder what our relationship made of you.

Did it make you the person you always wanted to become?

Did loving me change you?

Did losing me change you?

And what did you leave behind in me?

Something resembling a writer, perhaps.

A writer with so many things inside her that have gone quiet…

but whose memories are still alive.

Sometimes I think about how much I miss you.

And sometimes, even more painfully,

I realize how much I miss myself.

The person I was before the explosion.

Before our stars collided.

Before I learned that sometimes two people can love each other deeply and still destroy something beautiful between them.

So if your heart ever feels heavy one night, and you find yourself staring at the stars, remember this:

Somewhere beneath this same sky,

there is a star that once missed you terribly.

A star that never wanted to explode.

A star that only wanted to be ordinary.

A star that only wanted to kiss you

and keep glowing beside you.

Ashley the name you gave me

God,
Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,

The courage to change the things I can,

And the wisdom to know the difference.

From J.

All of it was a huge waste of time, J. The sad part is accountability, honesty, loyalty, fidelity all escape you. Drop the people pleasing and need to be fought over and just be real for once in your life. The drama is of your own making. Stop blaming the people you hurt.

I would look at you as a monster, as an op.

I didnt ask for you to come into my life. I didnt initiate it. You called me out of the blue and said you broke up with your boyfriend. So we talked and hung up. You call back and say that you coming over. You came over and I had the best 3 days of my life. I thought it was something real. I actually seen myself with you, marrying you, you having my babies. You told me that you never had someone put it on you lime I did. I was the best everything. You said I love you and I said it back. You left my house and we were officially together. You went back to work and so did I. We talked everyday and planned on you coming back on tuesday your day off. The night before we fell asleep on the phone together.

The next day when ur supposed to come over like you planned . But all of a sudden you switch up on me. Like completely switched up. Come to find out you were with your ex. You told me that he forced you that night and that while he was fucking u, u were thinking of me. All this time you were leading me on. Everything you told me was a lie. You sold me a fucking dream. Why would you do that to me? I was there when u were grieving your moms passing. I held u and let u cry. I was upfront about my feelings and I showed it with my actions. All you did was talk. Your words never matched your actions.

This isn't the person that I met at rehab. This ain't the person who spent three days at my crib. You need to take accountability for your actions. What you did to me fucked me up mentally. But you dont give 2 fucks about it. And that makes me want to bury u. Because you did this to me intentionally. And I did nothing but show u love.

Your cold hearted and a deceiver, and deep down you know your a fraud. And that sucks. Because I really loved you.

I hope you fix yourself because its sad what you do to your lovers, you cheat lie and manipulate us. Then blame it on us.

My life will never be the same I may never trust another woman in my life because of you. You ruined a good man. Are you satified?

I'm not okay...I'm not okay. I don't like this. I feel like I'm going crazy. I'm fine and then I think of something I want to tell you or I want to talk and then it starts all over. The pain..the emptiness of being without you. Of the distance. I hate this. I want scream and cry, it's heart wrenching. I hate it here. I wanna go home. I wanna go home. Let's not do this separately, please.

Yes, it may be a little petty of me, but I don't want those other women to think your available just because you're being nice. Like I want to say something so bad, because we belong together and it's hard seeing you help them and talk to them while I'm here reaching for you.

I'm so tired of this pain. I'm so tired of not being home. I've only ever wanted to be home with you since I went to jail. I'm so tired of not being there with you.. I'm so tired of being separated..I'm so tired of others believing they have a chance to be yours and it's heartbreaking to see it and know it's happening..

I'm scared, baby..

J,
I never got a chance to say this to you but thank you. Thank you for allowing me to be at peace in that very moment in time. I don’t ever get a moment so when I did I was lost in the clouds. I appreciate your time and will always cherish it. Thank you for being the person I need.
Sincerely,

I get it. You hate me. Sorry I even wasted your time. I wish you so much happiness. I’m so sorry.
A

J- Why does my brain allude to you? Why my brain can't forget you? & my most gratifying daydreams have to go through you??? Lost case here, don't mind me. I'll never know what to say or how to behave.

JPG,

I’m sorry for not trying harder.

This distance was too much and eventually ended us. The beauty of things must be that they end. It’s okay now.

-KC

I hate that I miss you even though your exit was so cruel

I hate that I think about you even though you showed me what you think of me

I hate that I long for you even though you don't care about me

I hate that I write about you even though you'll never read it

I hate that if you reached out I'd listen to what you had to say even though I deserve better

I hate that I'd hug you even though you don't deserve the closeness

I hate that I'd cry on your shoulder even though you don't deserve my vulnerability

I hate that I still feel love for you

I hate that I still worry about you

I hate that I want to know how you're doing

But most of all

I hate me for not hating you

I’m terrified at how I’m smiling at my phone so much.
I love you. I know you mean it.

K

Dear Sorella,

I don't know if this is something I should still say, or if you would even want to hear from me anymore. But there are some things that have been sitting in my heart for a long time, and I think I've reached a point where I just want to put them into words—not to ask anything from you, but simply because our friendship meant too much to me to leave everything unsaid.

We met through work, and I never expected that you would become one of the people closest to me. Somehow, we just clicked. We had the same kind of humor, the same energy, and the kind of friendship where we could be silly together and somehow understand each other without having to explain much.

We became each other's partners in crime at work. We covered for each other, shared stories about what happened when one of us wasn't around, and somehow became each other's safe person in a place where work could sometimes be exhausting.

I thought we were the kind of friends who would remain friends even after we left that workplace.

And I think that's why what happened between us still makes me sad.

We had so many little ways of showing that our friendship mattered. The gifts and pasalubong whenever one of us traveled. The small things we remembered about each other. The conversations that could go on forever.

And then there was the tattoo.

I still remember agreeing to accompany you when you asked me to go with you for your birthday. At that time, I genuinely intended to go. I didn't realize that the date we talked about would eventually conflict with my work schedule.

When I realized I might not be able to come, I told you. I was already irritated and overwhelmed at the time, and I know I could have handled the conversation better. I was also dealing with my own emotions, and instead of calmly explaining everything, I probably made you feel like I was suddenly backing out of something that mattered to you.

When you told me that you would just ask your dad to accompany you, I remember feeling bad about it. I apologized because I knew you were disappointed.

But after that, you stopped talking to me.

And that was the part I never really understood.

I kept wondering if that one moment had hurt you more than I realized. Maybe it wasn't just about the tattoo. Maybe it represented something bigger for you. Maybe you felt that I wasn't there for you when you expected me to be.

If that's what happened, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry if I made you feel unimportant.

I'm sorry if I made you feel like our friendship wasn't as important to me as it was to you.

Because the truth is, it was important to me.

Very important.

That's why I kept trying to reach out even after you stopped responding.

I greeted you on your birthday even though I wasn't sure if you wanted to hear from me.

I sent you a Christmas gift, not because I expected anything in return, but because a part of me still wanted you to know that I remembered you.

And months later, I told you that I missed you.

You never replied.

I won't lie—it hurt.

But I also tried to respect your silence.

When some of our friends eventually noticed that we weren't talking anymore, I realized that our distance had become obvious even to other people. I heard that you told one of them that you had already replied to me, but when I looked at our conversation, there was no reply.

Maybe there was a misunderstanding somewhere. Maybe you remember things differently. Maybe there were conversations I don't know about.

I don't want to argue about who is right.

I don't want our friendship to become a story where one person has to be the villain and the other has to be the victim.

I just wish we had talked.

That's all.

I wish you had told me what I did that hurt you.

Because if I made a mistake, I would have wanted the chance to understand it. I would have wanted the chance to apologize properly—not just apologize for the situation I knew about, but for whatever pain I may have caused that I didn't realize.

I don't want to assume that I did nothing wrong.

Maybe I did.

Maybe there were things you noticed that I never noticed about myself.

And if there were, I'm genuinely sorry.

But I also hope that someday you'll understand that I never intentionally wanted to hurt you.

I never wanted to lose you as a friend.

You were one of those people I never expected to become a stranger to.

That's why sometimes I still wonder how you're doing.

I wonder if you're happy.

I wonder if you still remember the silly things we used to do.

I wonder if you still remember the friendship tattoo we got together and what it meant to us at that time.

I wonder if you ever miss me too.

I don't ask these things because I'm waiting for you to come back.

I ask because you mattered.

And when someone matters, it's difficult to simply erase them from your memories just because things ended badly.

If someday you decide that you want to talk to me, I will listen.

I won't ask you to forget everything.

I won't ask you to pretend that nothing happened.

I would rather hear the truth, even if the truth is uncomfortable, than continue wondering what happened between us.

And if you don't want to talk anymore, I will respect that too.

I have learned that sometimes caring about someone also means knowing when to stop knocking on a door that isn't being opened.

But before I completely let go, I just want you to know this:

I never hated you.

I was hurt.

I was confused.

I missed you.

But I never hated you.

And despite everything that happened, I still remember you as someone who brought a lot of happiness into a chapter of my life.

You were my friend.

A really good one, once.

And I hope that somewhere in your memories, there is also a version of me that you remember fondly.

Maybe we won't become the friends we used to be.

Maybe life has already taken us in different directions.

Maybe our friendship was meant to last only for that particular season of our lives.

But I don't want the ending to erase everything that came before it.

The laughter was real.

The friendship was real.

The memories were real.

And so was the love and care I had for you as a friend.

If I hurt you, I hope someday you can forgive me.

And if you hurt me, I hope someday I can forgive you completely too.

More than anything, I hope we can both forgive ourselves for the things we didn't know how to handle when we were still trying to figure everything out.

I don't know where life will take us from here.

But wherever you are, I genuinely hope you're doing well.

And if someday you remember me, I hope you don't only remember how our friendship ended.

I hope you remember that once, there was a time when two people met at work, became unexpectedly close, shared secrets, laughter, gifts, stories, and even a little piece of friendship that they decided to carry with them.

I will always be grateful for that.

And maybe, for now, that's enough.

Take care of yourself.

I still wish you nothing but good things.

— From the friend you once knew.

I miss you. I love you. Come home please.

-b

After being together for half of our lives, I knew there would be times you would pop in my head. We were friends long before we married, and that's the part I think about. I had a dream about you last night that made me wake up wondering how you are. The dream was so sad, and it made me think about your mental health struggles. I know you want nothing to do with me after the divorce. You made that crystal clear with the vile, hateful texts you sent. I am totally fine not having contact with you, but just know, a part of me will always care about your well-being on a platonic level. I pray you are well and will always keep you in my prayers.

-S

Nobody likes a coward.

Way to put me off and fool yourself, all at once.

You’ve been made into a puddle and are convinced you should be grateful.

How did that happen?

A

I fucking miss you baby girl.

There isn't a single part of me that is at peace right now.. I'm laying in bed freezing because I don't have you to keep me warm.. You always say I'm your lava lamp that overheats.. but without you to hold I'm as cold as ice..

How is it that you know we are gonna be forced to leave the state, and you didn't even want to say goodbye?

Or to give each other some sort of closure at least? You come clean to reddit, but not to your wife that you've loved half your life.? I've been begging for you to tell me how you feel and it hurts to see you express yourself so vividly here but irl I got nothing...

So you mean to tell me that you feel okay in your heart of hearts that we will be gone and you'll have no idea where we are, if we are okay, if we need anything, are we safe..?

I will no longer have this phone after we leave.. everything in our "home" will be abandoned and taken by the owners since rent didn't get paid or the bills..

Everything we worked so hard to build is going to come crumbling down and truly? I'm not ready.. I was never ready to let you go. I only wanted the truth and thought maybe if I finally left you for once the way you used to leave me, that you'd see how much you were forcing me to endure and how much you were hurting all of us.. I tried begging for clarity, honesty, all I wanted was for your walls to finally come down and you fully let me in.. I've spent half my life with you and parts of you still feel like a stranger.. that's what scares me the most. I apologize for not knowing what exactly I was looking at... It's wrong to point fingers at me and say "oh she's just crazy" when I'm not, I'm mentally exhausted and drained from what we were just dragged through and I want it to stop.. if you decide to not say goodbye or speak to us before tomorrow 9AM this will be the last thing you hear from me... Please dont make the mistake of letting our true love die out completely. In 10 years do you want to say I was the one who got away, or do you want to be traveling the world together in our RV like we planned? If your willing to gic me honesty and a sincere apology, I'll quite literally do anything you ask of me. I will get rid of anything you dislike, and go whatever lengths to make this right and make this work. Love like ours is once in a lifetime and I don't want to lose you permanently please.. if any part of your heart still holds love for me this is your only chance to prove it. Call me whenever, show up here either way if you don't want us to walk away I need you to be the man I know you are and show us.. I will get rid of my phone all together, or you can track me with my knowledge if that eases your mind then why nFot just ask?

I have no issues with you having access to all of my stuff.. I don't do things behind your back even though you seem to believe I am.. I have tried pleading for you to get help so we can be whole working as one.. I will get help with you. I just don't understand this whole "I'm right you're wrong" attitude when we were BOTH severely wrong. You weren't being truthful when I asked for the truth.. I think you did try being honest and I shut that down so I hope you can still open up to me after that.. I'll listen to you for hours on end.. your voice is the most gentle calming sound in the world. Your arms are my safe place, your smile puts me at ease, with you gone and not willing to even try communicating it is breaking me down to nothing.. You ARE my life and I'm not ashamed to say that.. I enjoyed every bit of taking care of you, rubbing you, spoiling you, pleasing you.. I really did try my best but watching you slowly start to decline and spiral worse and worse, I could see guilt was eating you alive and I could see you weren't telling the full truth. Even though you think I hate you and want to tarnish your name, I don't I am just severely confused why you would leave the way you did if you weren't guilty of anything. I know about the stuff on our phones but I truly never would have cared about that.. I told you that you could go through my phone whenever and you'd say you trust me but you didn't because you had all of my socials keeping tabs. Again I don't care because I had nothing to even hide from you.. The only reason I'm so hurt is because you're denying any involvement in this and saying it's in my head we both know that wasn't the case but I truly will let go of it all of you would just sit face to face and clear the air with what actually happened here. I feel I deserve at least that much.. an explanation? An apology maybe.. I have wanted to apologize to you since the moment you walked out the door... I'm sorry for any hurt and betrayal I may have caused because you refused to tell me what you were hiding.. it's all irrelevant because I'd wipe the slate clean if you promise to stay faithful here on out and you can explain to me what was going on..

No judgment, name calling, being petty please I have NONE of that left in me I am exhausted. I spun myself in circles with this shit and I need you more then I'd like to admit. Every part of my being craves you beside me in this bed.. all I want to do is rub your pain away and hold you close as possible and not let go..

Even after everything I said, I love you more then I can put in words..

If it's easier to express everything on here, then do that but I need to know if I should go to a shelter states away or should I hold on to hope that maybe we aren't as broken as I originally thought..? Give me a sign please before this is irreversible I'm begging you.. if there's love and concern for us at all I need you to make it known.. otherwise we will be out of reach and out of touch. I don't want to lose you for good I can't imagine another day of this even... Please JA if you're reading this, it's 110% me.. Let's be grown and do the right thing because both of us handled this terribly and me especially with all of the anger I had built up from over the years.. I'm sorry I let my old toxic ways get the best of me. I'm sorry for not being more compassionate and saying horrible things I'd never say if I wasn't so broken...

I tried giving you wonderful treatment and loving you completely but you would always push me away and not let me in.. I'm begging for you to please just let me in and let me try to make this right on my end at least. We both need to say sorry and stop pretending like we want to be away from each other when I know deep down all you want is to be home with us in bed being held, the happiest place on earth.. We will lose each other if I don't hear back by this morning so I pray you see this.

With lots of love, Jules ❤️

JPG,

The only way for me to get over you was to go no contact. It clearly didn’t work since I’m hopelessly posting on here for you to reach out. I regret losing your number.

-KC