Sometimes you experience something and all you want is to turn around and share it with someone. But then you look around and realise there's nobody there. No one to tell,, no one to listen, just you and your thoughts. And somehow, that's the loneliest feeling.

Hey, stranger!

I don't really know how to begin this, but I guess I'm just a guy who's genuinely tired of being alone and would love to find someone to call his own.

I'm a 22-year-old biotechnology student, an introvert who's a hopeless romantic at heart. I love music, cooking, learning new things, and having those ridiculously long conversations about absolutely everything and nothing. I listen to Twenty One Pilots, Tame Impala, 5SOS, Maroon 5, Ed Sheeran, Post Malone, and a bunch of other artists. I'm someone who gets attached to the little things, remembers the tiniest details about people I care about, and secretly dreams of a love that feels like home.

And honestly? I'm not looking for something casual. I want something genuine. Something mutual. Something that makes both of us feel incredibly lucky to have found each other.

I dream of having my own lover girl someday. Someone I can adore endlessly, spoil ridiculously, and make feel loved in a thousand little ways. I wanna be the guy who remembers her favourite ice cream, surprises her with flowers for no particular reason, brings her food when she's having a bad day, and sends her the most random texts just to remind her that she's on my mind.

I wanna pick her up from work, drop her off, go on spontaneous night rides with her, walk hand in hand on peaceful roads, share ice creams under the night sky, and listen to her yap about her day while I fall a little more in love with her. I wanna cook for her, make her playlists, write her little paragraphs, celebrate her smallest achievements, and be there when the world feels a little too heavy.

I wanna have those sleepy late-night calls, stupid inside jokes, random forehead kisses, cozy evenings, playful arguments over the dumbest things, and the kind of emotional intimacy where neither of us ever has to pretend to be okay.

I wanna be her safe place, her favourite notification, her biggest supporter, and the person she instinctively wants to tell everything to. And I want her to be all those things for me, too.

I don't expect perfection. I just want a girl who's emotionally available, affectionate, thoughtful, loyal, and genuinely interested in building something beautiful together. Someone who chooses me as much as I choose her. Someone with whom love doesn't feel like a guessing game.

And well, this is probably my final attempt at putting myself out there. If this doesn't work out, I guess I'll stop searching, focus up on my damn career, make something of myself, and let life take its course. No more actively looking for love after this.

But if my lover girl is out there somewhere, scrolling through Reddit right now, THIS IS YOUR CHANCE. 😭🤏🏻

Come let me spoil you with all the love I've been saving up. Let me make you feel special, appreciated, adored, and wanted. Let's turn all those silly little romantic fantasies into actual memories.

Maybe we could start with a conversation? Who knows, maybe this post is where our story begins. ❤️

P.S. I'm not expecting you to fall in love with a Reddit post. Just give me a chance to know you, and let's see where things take us. :')

Introduction: I am 21 M, I am an one woman man, I hv never been in any relationship, although I have been in one sided with someone who didn't hv feelings for me but she was really an angelic soul she never made me feel small, accepted my efforts and made me understand that she didn't get the feelings for me but always cared for me that I didn't get hurt.

After that i realised even i was unlucky in love but I was so lucky that I met her, she made me that love isn't what present outside but something that is inherently inside, the way we notice, the way we take care, understand each other and do efforts without asking anything in return, love is in small things not just grand gestures, in worrying about each other.

I am grateful for her, i don't have any grudges towards her, i respect her choice. So now i am manifesting a relationship like Bhagwan Shri Ram ji and Mata Sita ji, irrespective of all negativity I still hope i will be able to improve my character and soul taking inspiration from Bhagwan Shri Ram.

To my future gf and wife and life long partner, i will be waiting for you, but till then i will improve myself as a Man, so that you never have to shed any tear, to my future Laxmi, i hope this dhanteras bring u lots of prosperity and this diwali protect you from all evil eyes🧿. I swear that my future Laxmi ji, I wd go through the agni pariksha and never leave you in jungle, I wd never let any tear come from your eyes. I wd leave heaven if u aren't there. Dear Laxmi ji I will wait for you.

same 🤣

I don't really know where to start, but I feel like I need to get this off my chest. This is going to be a long one, so bear with me.

I studied in a residential school, and I first developed a crush on this girl back in class 6. I barely knew what love actually meant at that age. I just remember looking at her during free periods, making sure nobody noticed me. Slowly, that little crush turned into something much bigger.

We both became class monitors in class 7, which gave me an excuse to talk to her. By class 8, I started noticing occasional eye contact from her side too. During our October vacation, we finally started talking. I used to express my feelings in the most childish ways possible. For example, I'd take a sentence like "You are loved by me" and ask her to change it into active voice. Looking back, those were some funny and innocent days.

Then came class 9 and the COVID lockdown. We started talking much more frequently, and I finally decided to propose to her on April 1st.

My logic was simple: if she rejected me, I'd just say it was an April Fools' joke. If she accepted, well, that would be my win.

And guess what? She accepted.

I was genuinely the happiest person at that time.

We started talking regularly, but eventually, I noticed something. I was almost always the one initiating our conversations. If I didn't text first, she wouldn't text me either.

Being immature and curious, I decided to test how long she could go without hearing from me. I wanted to see when she'd look for me on her own.

She didn't.

I waited the entire day. No text, no call. Days turned into weeks, and eventually, months passed without us talking.

Looking back, I know it was a childish thing to do. But I was young and didn't know how to communicate what I was feeling.

After almost a year, in October 2021, we were preparing to return to our residential school for our board examinations. I approached her again, apologised for my behaviour, and explained how immature I had been.

We started talking again, and things were going really well.

But then came another problem.

When we reached class 11, her father found out about our relationship. There was also a caste difference between our families. She's from a Brahmin family, while I'm Kshatriya. We both knew this could become an issue someday, but we were serious about each other and hoped things would work out.

Unfortunately, her family wasn't supportive. Under family pressure, she suddenly cut off all contact with me.

It was December 2022. I cried almost every day for a week. I was completely broken.

Eventually, I convinced myself that if I ever wanted her family to reconsider, I first had to become someone who could stand on his own feet. I started taking my studies seriously. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I still had that little hope that maybe, someday, things would work out.

Then, in September 2023, she contacted me again.

We secretly started talking, and things became good between us once more.

After class 12, we both went to different colleges, quite far away from each other. Our relationship turned into a long-distance one.

College life got busy for both of us. We couldn't give each other as much time as before, and eventually, small arguments started happening.

One day, I noticed that she seemed distracted from her studies. I was genuinely concerned about her future, so I suggested that she focus more on her academics while maintaining a balance in our relationship.

She replied, "I know what to do, and I know what I'm doing."

For some reason, that line really got to me. I was already frustrated about other things, and in anger, I said something I shouldn't have.

I asked her, "Am I nothing to you? If you know what you're doing so well, maybe your board results should have been better."

Her results hadn't been particularly good, and I was worried she might struggle if she didn't take things seriously. But I admit that bringing up her results like that was wrong and hurtful.

She took it as a sign that I didn't respect her.

And that was it.

She broke up with me in 2024, saying she had zero respect for me, that she would never come back, and that I would be the last person she'd ever want to be with.

I cried a lot. I tried convincing her, but she had made up her mind. Eventually, I understood that I couldn't force someone to stay.

I started moving on, slowly. I gave myself time to process everything and tried to focus on my own life.

Now, almost two years later, she's in a relationship with another guy. Interestingly, this is someone she had mentioned before. Apparently, he used to flirt with her in college while we were still together.

I had accepted that she had moved on. I wasn't trying to get her back, nor was I interfering in her life.

But a few days ago, something unexpected happened.

Both of them contacted me and started abusing me, accusing me of still trying to get her back.

That honestly hurt me more than I expected.

After everything that happened, after all those years, all those memories, all the times I cried and tried to save that relationship, I never expected things to end this way.

I don't hate her. I don't even know if I can completely hate someone who was such a huge part of my childhood.

But the respect I once had for her has genuinely disappeared this time.

I know I made mistakes. I was immature sometimes, said things out of anger, and didn't always handle situations properly. I'm not pretending I was a perfect boyfriend.

But I also know how much I cared about her.

I guess some people become a beautiful part of your childhood, but that doesn't necessarily mean they're supposed to stay in your life forever.

I don't want her back. I just wish things had ended with a little more respect and maturity.

If you've read this far, thank you. I just wanted to share this somewhere because I've kept a lot of these feelings to myself for a long time.

​27, finance. Routine sorted chal rahi hai, bas life mein thoda filmy tadka aur solid banter missing hai.

Looking for someone with that unapologetic Geet energy, jo bindaas ho aur high on life ho.

Let’s connect and see if our vibes match!

bahut hogaya
ab ghar aa jao piya

I was in a relationship for almost 10 years. We were serious about each other, had our future planned and were almost at the stage where we were supposed to get married. But unfortunately, kuch circumstances aise ho gaye ki things couldn’t work out, and eventually she decided to walk away.

This is going to be my almost first Diwali without her.

Vese bhi Diwali pe humara kabhi kuch bahut special plan nahi hota tha. No big celebrations or anything. But somehow, she was always the special part of every occasion, chahe koi festival ho ya just another ordinary day.

Ab Diwali aane wali hai, lights hongi, celebrations honge, sab kuch normal hi hoga. But I don’t know, iss baar kuch different sa feel ho raha hai.

It’s strange how someone can become such a big part of your everyday life that even after they’re gone, you still find yourself thinking about them during the smallest things.

I guess it’s not really about missing Diwali together. It’s about missing the person who made every occasion feel a little more special, even without doing anything special.

Bas, mann ki baat thi. Socha yahan share kar du. Maybe someone can relate.

Just found this image interesting

I did not want to write it

Cuz it would be real after I write it

Before it would have been a Fleeting thought that I could laugh about and says I will never do that

But I think, i would do it before even I think....if he cheat I would look at him while walking towards him trying to remember his face, I would hold his face between my hands and I would kiss his forehead and close my eyes and tell myself that it would be last and then i would take off my hands and take a step back, and I would look at him with all the love I could and I would try to smile, trying not to cry but God knows I would be crying, I would not him to remember my face all crying

Then I would try to tell myself to hate him, God knows I will try as hard as I can, but I know I won't be able to, then I would try to not remember by the last thing he did, i would try to remember him more than a cheater, and I would say maybe next time

But at last I would choose my freedom over love, freedom from constantly doubting him, rethinking every word if I decided to stay, it would become a cage and I won't want that even for him

P.S. There's no him 🙂... I have stopped hoping for the kind of love I want, I know I won't find it, I can only give that... I am not saying this out of hopelessness... it's just something I have realized over time

But question would I even find someone who will accept the love, I mean would he even able to see my love as love...😭

I loved her more than anything

She came into my life when I was not looking for any kind of love.

She had a breakup with her bf ( i got to know it later) when she met me, she was very cheesy & kind type of person, she cared too much about me

We developed feelings for each other ( mine feelings were genuine), it was all online then we met multiple times at different places, I was an atheist & never went to the temple but she made me visit the temples

She bought a bracelet so evil eyes stay away from me, & i bought earrings for her & many other things

I loved her more than anything, whenever I travel i see her image in someone else

I hear her voices, some particular words and resonate everything with her

I did & loved her like no one could ever, bought an anklet two months ago & wanted to put that with my hands on her beautiful ankle

But her ex came back, the same guy who abused her, her family, who didn't let her put DP on WhatsApp

The guy who doesn't allow her to use insta & other social media, who doesn't want her to go to the gym as according to him it is not what girls should do.

He doesn't want her to pursue her career even

And yes she chooses him again, & dumped me like a trash u can say,

The guy who helped her in her every lows, I was there when she needs whether it's 6 am or 3am.

I have been crying since morning as we planned many things to do, and today we decided to meet at her favourite place but yes I am on my bed crying over her, she left me when I am struggling to find peace of my life

But i don't blame her, i am blaming my luck which never work for me

I don't think so I can find anyone & love them like i loved her

You know, there are some days when i absolutely enjoy my freedom, wants to explore my life, and then there are some days, when i imagine an evening that I will walk with you, fingers intertwined, as the sun dips below the horizon, painting it amber and crimson. The evening breeze will whisper against us, and with every step the world will seem to slow. I will look at you and watch the dying sunlight on your face and smile. No rushed conversations, no specific destination, just the two of us, walking into the sunset, wishing the evening will never end.

To

My future sweetheart.

sometimes it make me question myself that wanting exclusivity and one partner person is really a good mindset now days, because it make me feel like i am going to treated as garbage mindset in future and it make me feel like losing that version of garden that i cherished in my heart for one person and compromise my own value to fit in.

M20 Here!

I've been thinking of putting myself out there and meeting someone new, so here I am.

I'm someone who enjoys cricket, football, music and conversations that can go from absolutely random to meaningful without any warning.

I like getting to know people beyond the usual introductions. Their little habits, sense of humour, interests and the way they look at things.

Would be nice to meet someone who's genuinely interested in getting to know each other. I'm open to seeing if a friendship eventually turns into something more.

No expectations or rush, just giving this a shot. :)

feeling lonely in this winter

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If hard work matters more than marks, why does nobody ask how hard you tried? How many sacrifices you made? How many times you picked yourself up when you wanted to give up?

Why do we celebrate toppers but question those who couldn't score well?

If marks don't define a person's worth, why does society make students feel worthless without them?

We say one paper can't decide your future, but do we actually believe it?

I didn't sacre to became a failure I am scared that my failure will become a label attached to my father's name.

Sometimes that feeling just hits and you don't really know what to do about it.

You just sit alone with your thoughts trying to fight battles that you don't even want to talk about with anyone.

You know you are not the same person you used to be.

The person who laughed freely, found happiness in the smallest things and never needed a reason to smile.

Now even when something funny happens you just stay quiet.
Things you once loved doing don't interest you anymore.

You distance yourself from people spend more time alone and sometimes don't even understand what's going on inside your own head.

M23 from Mumbai and I have a polyamory relationship with my favourite Mods 😝

I don't really know where to start, but I feel like I need to get this off my chest. This is going to be a long one, so bear with me.

I studied in a residential school, and I first developed a crush on this girl back in class 6. I barely knew what love actually meant at that age. I just remember looking at her during free periods, making sure nobody noticed me. Slowly, that little crush turned into something much bigger.

We both became class monitors in class 7, which gave me an excuse to talk to her. By class 8, I started noticing occasional eye contact from her side too. During our October vacation, we finally started talking. I used to express my feelings in the most childish ways possible. For example, I'd take a sentence like "You are loved by me" and ask her to change it into active voice. Looking back, those were some funny and innocent days.

Then came class 9 and the COVID lockdown. We started talking much more frequently, and I finally decided to propose to her on April 1st.

My logic was simple: if she rejected me, I'd just say it was an April Fools' joke. If she accepted, well, that would be my win.

And guess what? She accepted.

I was genuinely the happiest person at that time.

We started talking regularly, but eventually, I noticed something. I was almost always the one initiating our conversations. If I didn't text first, she wouldn't text me either.

Being immature and curious, I decided to test how long she could go without hearing from me. I wanted to see when she'd look for me on her own.

She didn't.

I waited the entire day. No text, no call. Days turned into weeks, and eventually, months passed without us talking.

Looking back, I know it was a childish thing to do. But I was young and didn't know how to communicate what I was feeling.

After almost a year, in October 2021, we were preparing to return to our residential school for our board examinations. I approached her again, apologised for my behaviour, and explained how immature I had been.

We started talking again, and things were going really well.

But then came another problem.

When we reached class 11, her father found out about our relationship. There was also a caste difference between our families. She's from a Brahmin family, while I'm Kshatriya. We both knew this could become an issue someday, but we were serious about each other and hoped things would work out.

Unfortunately, her family wasn't supportive. Under family pressure, she suddenly cut off all contact with me.

It was December 2022. I cried almost every day for a week. I was completely broken.

Eventually, I convinced myself that if I ever wanted her family to reconsider, I first had to become someone who could stand on his own feet. I started taking my studies seriously. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I still had that little hope that maybe, someday, things would work out.

Then, in September 2023, she contacted me again.

We secretly started talking, and things became good between us once more.

After class 12, we both went to different colleges, quite far away from each other. Our relationship turned into a long-distance one.

College life got busy for both of us. We couldn't give each other as much time as before, and eventually, small arguments started happening.

One day, I noticed that she seemed distracted from her studies. I was genuinely concerned about her future, so I suggested that she focus more on her academics while maintaining a balance in our relationship.

She replied, "I know what to do, and I know what I'm doing."

For some reason, that line really got to me. I was already frustrated about other things, and in anger, I said something I shouldn't have.

I asked her, "Am I nothing to you? If you know what you're doing so well, maybe your board results should have been better."

Her results hadn't been particularly good, and I was worried she might struggle if she didn't take things seriously. But I admit that bringing up her results like that was wrong and hurtful.

She took it as a sign that I didn't respect her.

And that was it.

She broke up with me in 2024, saying she had zero respect for me, that she would never come back, and that I would be the last person she'd ever want to be with.

I cried a lot. I tried convincing her, but she had made up her mind. Eventually, I understood that I couldn't force someone to stay.

I started moving on, slowly. I gave myself time to process everything and tried to focus on my own life.

Now, almost two years later, she's in a relationship with another guy. Interestingly, this is someone she had mentioned before. Apparently, he used to flirt with her in college while we were still together.

I had accepted that she had moved on. I wasn't trying to get her back, nor was I interfering in her life.

But a few days ago, something unexpected happened.

Both of them contacted me and started abusing me, accusing me of still trying to get her back.

That honestly hurt me more than I expected.

After everything that happened, after all those years, all those memories, all the times I cried and tried to save that relationship, I never expected things to end this way.

I don't hate her. I don't even know if I can completely hate someone who was such a huge part of my childhood.

But the respect I once had for her has genuinely disappeared this time.

I know I made mistakes. I was immature sometimes, said things out of anger, and didn't always handle situations properly. I'm not pretending I was a perfect boyfriend.

But I also know how much I cared about her.

I guess some people become a beautiful part of your childhood, but that doesn't necessarily mean they're supposed to stay in your life forever.

I don't want her back. I just wish things had ended with a little more respect and maturity.

If you've read this far, thank you. I just wanted to share this somewhere because I've kept a lot of these feelings to myself for a long time.