Tagalog love letters

Hi all! So as the title says, I have a bit of a problem on my hands. I built a personal website that serves as basically a resume augment, with information about my professional work, a contact page, etc. All the fixings. We have a slight problem though, because as it happens I share a nearly identical name with a not-very-well-known p***phile. When you search my name currently, my website is away down the list, while the news article related to the offender in question are right up at the top.
My assumption is that as far as getting hired goes, this is probably less than ideal because people may not notice the single-letter difference and are even less likely to try to compare photos and so on, which would show that we aren't the same person. So the question is basically this, how do I manage to beat the p-word in SEO performance so that my website will outrank the articles that were written about him? Would love for searches for me not to just immediately turn him up instead.

I'm exhausted. Why do I care so much when I've been shown otherwise?🤷. I logged off yesterday. Then within a couple hours of feeling relaxed this sadness came over me. Do you get like that as well? Where all of the sudden a surge of emotions overwhelm you?... They come out of left field...I never experienced this before. Not to this degree anyway. Ever since my feelings for you came to fruition this sorta stuff started to happen last year and this year. I'm not saying it's related to you but ffs I really wish I could understand it better.
So, when those feelings of sadness overtook me I decided to write you a love letter. Now I feel ok. Like everything is ok now. I'm really tired though. I deserve a break. Like Elizabeth Barrett Browning... When she writes that poem... How do I love thee... I mean she's like "I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life!"... I mean this love is exhausting at times... It's why at the end she's like look Robert... Check it... "I shall but love thee better after death."... Poor thing is exhausted from loving him so much...
It's how I feel sometimes. When you love without any return... And yet, even though you haven't received a message... You somehow still manage to love them fiercely...
One thing I hoped for was to at least be your friend. To ask if you need anything of me? Anything I could help you with in anyway. Offer support during stressful times... Cheer you up if you're down or even send a care package with goodies. It's what I love to do...
What is it about certain people in your life? They make you look foolish at times ... And you don't seen to be bothered by it as well. I guess it's really a goofy sorta vulnerability if anything. Like I could totally see myself running barefoot across a field of stickers just to say Hi...
Perhaps my love is more in line with enthusiastic devotion with subtle hints of nuttiness...
I miss you... I miss who we were to each other.

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Summary: You invite your rich best friend to a picnic. She is pretty reluctant at first, but after a moment bonding together, it convinces you to go out with her in an actual relationship.
Script Below:
(Speaker knocks on door)
Open up, it’s me.
(Listener opens door)
What was so important that you couldn’t go to my place? My hou- I mean, my mansion has everything you could possibly need. And don’t give me some silly excuse like your place is “homey” so you prefer it. I’ve heard it all before, and it never makes any sense.
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You want to bond with me? As in, you’re finally asking me out after all this time? I was worried for some time that you wouldn’t, since most boys are completely head over heels for me. I’m glad you’ve finally succumbed to your urges. So do you have a love letter for me to read or did you already mail it?
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That look of confusion on your face is quite romantic, too. Oh wait, you’re not confessing to me at all, you’re actually just confused. Forget what I said, then. What do you have me doing here?
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\mocking laugh** Honestly, I think you’ve finally lost your mind. Why would I go on a picnic with you? That’s so… archaic.
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Mhm, you’re very traditional. Good for you. But that doesn’t mean you have to rope me into it.
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Because wealth means that I don’t need to be traditional. I can do whatever I want, however I want. I can take any approach I want and succeed.
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Well, my approach to bonding would start with it being like… fun? Cooking isn’t fun. It’s some chore that people have been doing since the Stone Age. I prefer sleeping, or reading books, or playing games, or literally anything other than cooking. I believe it’s boring since I have a chef. You’ve met him. Five star meals all the time. Basically anything you can imagine, he can make.
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Stop talking, you sound ridiculous. It’s food… What could possibly be fun about that? There’s not much to it aside from eating. Setting up a picnic doesn’t sound entertaining at all. It’s beneath me.
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Getting my hands ‘dirty,’ as you say, is weird to even think about. If I cut my finger in an accident, then I have to begin a lawsuit with the knife manufacturer. I’d win, of course, since my family’s lawyers are always worked to the bone on cases, but it’d be such a hassle.
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So what if cooking is a life skill? I’m rich, remember? Fine, look. I’ll try my best to assist you with this, but then we’re going to my place. Deal?
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Good. Now, where do we start?
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I don’t really know how to make sandwiches… You’re going to have to teach me.
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It’s not funny, don’t laugh at me. I never learned how to make food. I never needed to learn. If my personal chef isn’t around, those are usually the days I ask to hang out with you. You’re like a pack of rations to me.
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Wait, I didn’t mean that in a bad way. I meant like… you’re always there when I need you. You’re basically my go-to for anything I might have trouble with. Right now, for example, I’m having trouble making a sandwich, so you’re going to show me how to make one.
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Okay, let me check the fridge. Hm? What kind of bread is this? This isn’t like the stuff I have at my house.
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It’s… normal bread? If you say so. What else do we need? Lettuce, tomatoes, meat, and some cheese. Oh, are you going vegan, by the way? I could remove some stuff if you don’t want it. I think I saw some tofu back here.
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Alright then, so here’s everything we need. It’s actually simpler than I thought to put this together.
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Wait, can I slice the sandwich? I saw this cooking show in my personal theater the other day, and they always cut their sandwiches in half. It looked more presentable, you know?
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No, I don’t just watch cooking shows because I’m jealous of their skills. They’re only a little interesting, that’s all. Like, have you ever watched Iron Chef and thought; “hey, this would be fun to make?” That’s how I feel sometimes. I know my chef would make it, but I don’t know, it feels better when you’ve gotten inspired from a show.
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Hm? I’m not rambling. Not every word I say is nonsense, you should know that better than anyone.
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Let’s finish up these sandwiches and put them in the picnic basket.
(Brief pause, listener is teaching speaker how to use a knife)
And here it is. Two decent sandwiches, evenly cut. Thanks for teaching me how to use a knife, by the way. I know I don’t say that often, but I really do appreciate your kindness. Sometimes I feel like I should say nicer things to you, but my pride gets in the way.
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Just because I’m rich doesn’t mean I understand how people feel. I thought that was obvious when you first met me. I was such a moron. I don’t know why I thought I could tease you by flaunting my net worth. But, at least it’s in the past. I’m much more comfortable to be with you now.
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Anyway, before this gets any more embarrassing for me to talk about, I’m going to put in some snacks and drinks. What else do you think we should add to this basket?
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I haven’t had fruit salad in a while. Don’t make the whole thing without me though, I want to help.
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Alright, making a picnic basket is a little fun, I’ll give you that. I thought it’d be far less interesting. I’m a bit impressed with how low-budget this can be, too. I can’t believe picnics can be this cheap to set up.
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W-well yeah, I know not everything needs to be expensive. Duh. I’m just not used to it being… not expensive at the same time. That doesn’t make me spoiled, by the way. I simply haven’t gotten the time to be as cultured or whatever as you are. I think it’s because you’re really cute, so it helps me learn faster.
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What’s wrong? I’m just telling you how I feel. I did say that I should start trying to say nicer things to you. You’re cute, so I ended up admitting it!
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I don’t know why your cheeks are all red, but at least we’re done with the fruit salad. Is it alright if we go to the picnic spot? For once, I don’t feel like calling up my chauffeur. If it’s close, maybe we can walk together.
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Oh, good, it’s just down the street. You’re carrying the basket, though. I can’t be seen touching such a thing in public.
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Wait, hold on. Don’t be upset with me. I don’t want to cancel this picnic. I’ll carry it, alright? God…
(Brief pause, listener and speaker are walking)
Out of all the picnic baskets you could buy, why’d you pick this color? It’s so embarrassing. Did you see that old lady call me “princess” on the way here? I feel really awkward for once.
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Shush. It wasn’t funny. It wasn’t “adorable” either. I feel like I lost some of my confidence.
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That’s-that’s not a good thing! Please just help me set everything up on the picnic blanket instead of taunting me. Thank you.
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So… are you happy now? You convinced me to actually hang out here with you. The scenery is a little romantic, and it’s at least up to my standards. \sigh** I’d love to get a boyfriend to see this kind of place with.
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Mm, finding the right person is hard. They can’t be a complete idiot for starters. They need to be charming, and pretty, and a lot of other stuff. Rich girls like me have a lot of preferences. It'd be great if they were someone like you. It’s so annoying that you’re not into me, though. If you were, I’d be all over you, and this could be a date.
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Of course I want you. I’d give up every bit of money I had just to be closer to you! What made you think I wasn’t in love? I know sometimes I can give off mixed signals, but I still was hoping that you’d be willing to… court me?
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If this means you’d give me a chance, then yes. I promise to be a bit more humble from now on. That means more picnic dates like this, right? Or that one time you wanted to go to the museum with me but I declined. I’m up for things like that now. I might like them as much as I enjoyed being out here today.
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Now, can we go to my mansion? There’s this new film we got for the theater that I’d really love for you to watch with me…

back story: diagnosed by PUK in Nov 2022, started titration March 2023, was automatically discharged in October 2023 because I had ‘left it too long to keep in contact’ with PUK at a particularly challenging time personally/at work. they wouldn’t listen to my appeal. didn’t contact me before the decision to ask what was up (I had literally just been taking my meds, keeping up with the plan, thought nothing was wrong). asked to be referred again November 2023, appointment in March 2024, on the waiting list again.
today I get a letter from my GP to tell me that they, and most if not all GPs in the local area, will not be accepting shared care agreements for ADHD medication. they say this is because of

• supply issues meaning you’d have to change meds regime which they are not equipped to handle
• lack of specialist support for ADHD in the NHS, and they point to the waiting list in Manchester being 7 years currently

their advice is:

• contact PUK
• talk to a GP
• contact the local MH Foundation Trust
• contact the local GP

I’m at a loss. I do not know what to do here and I feel completely helpless and back to the anger and despair I felt when PUK discharged me without notice. I had 6 months (on meds) where I felt like I could see myself having a happier life, benefiting myself and my loved ones. now it feels like that’s out of reach. genuinely don’t know what to do. any advice would be appreciated.

I'm exhausted. Why do I care so much when I've been shown otherwise?🤷. I logged off yesterday. Then within a couple hours of feeling relaxed this sadness came over me. Do you get like that as well? Where all of the sudden a surge of emotions overwhelm you?... They come out of left field...I never experienced this before. Not to this degree anyway. Ever since my feelings for you came to fruition this sorta stuff started to happen last year and this year. I'm not saying it's related to you but ffs I really wish I could understand it better.
So, when those feelings of sadness overtook me I decided to write you a love letter earlier. Now I feel ok. Like everything is ok now. I'm really tired though. I deserve a break. Like Elizabeth Barrett Browning... When she writes that poem... How do I love thee... I mean she's like "I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life!"... I mean this love is exhausting at times... It's why at the end she's like look Robert... Check it... "I shall but love thee better after death."... Poor thing is exhausted from loving him so much...
It's how I feel sometimes. When you love without any return... And yet, even though you haven't received a message... You somehow still manage to love them fiercely...
One thing I hoped for was to at least be your friend. To ask if you need anything of me? Anything I could help you with in anyway. Offer support during stressful times... Cheer you up if you're down or even send a care package with goodies. It's what I love to do...
What is it about certain people in your life? They make you look foolish at times ... And you don't seem to be bothered by it as well. I guess it's really a goofy sorta vulnerability if anything. Like I could totally see myself running barefoot across a field of stickers just to say Hi...
Perhaps my love is more in line with enthusiastic devotion with subtle hints of nuttiness...
I miss you 🥺... I also miss who we were to each other...

Been a few days.....
Yeah, I been gone a few days. Not gone like away anywhere, but off here. Doing some thinking and restructuring my life. Its kind of weird to be honest. I changed so much about myself for her to make her happy. When I really was not paying attention to myself. I am noticing that now. I stepped away from the trying to talk to her, and forcing myself on a situation I honestly can not control. I mean I can't make her love me, I can't make her talk to me, I can't make her come back. I already said everything I needed to say, whether it be text, email, or letter, hell even voice message. Which Honestly made me feel like a fool, and a complete nut job. If she isn't gonna read or respond, I cant make her. So why have I kept sending stuff? I finally figured that out. Made things a little easier too, I mean once that thought came to mind. It made me think hmmm, just maybe she was not the person she pretended to be the last 3 years. Maybe just maybe over. So what do I do. I told her everything, I have been quite alone lately, pretty much punishing myself for something she is doing to me. Shit, I am a damn victim. That's the thought I got now. Time for me to move on, and not like move on move on... But to keep moving forward, without her. Her loss right? She did change me though, I have noticed it when some people have been coming by recently. People I thought were friends, but yet now I have found them to be more offensive than ever. Like super judgmental. Hell, they only came by for me to change their car battery, and yet came off offensive? How is the that doing me any favors? It's not. I have noticed a lot more about myself and others. Being alone really has not been a bad thing. I have reached out to people who I know need help, Offer them a job. One was a job paying 17.50 an hr. They fucking told me it was not enough,,,, ahhhh They are currently jobless, and about to get evicted... (we can see why now) Another person, is jobless, been an office body all their live... Had their car repossessed, and about to get evicted. Offered them a very small job, just coming to clean shop once a week and to do my laundry. Offered a 100.00 bucks for 4 or 5 hrs worth of work... They got mad at me. Then demanded me to take them somewhere.... Is it just me but people don't know how to take help when being offered? I mean I am not rich, I am far from saying I can live comfortable. Yet, they want more? When I am just being nice offering what I can. Starting to see people for the monsters they really are sucks. But I don't plan on being hurt like i have been again. I dont blan on dating, or hooking up I really dont care to even go out anymore. People are just fucking fake. Love does not hurt. If it hurts its not love. Anyways ttyle

So Here's the story I want to share we both met each other last year in May and literally She is the cutest ST girl I have ever seen (I'm general). The obsession increases with time and we were talking whole night like after studying I always call her or else she would... After that we continue to talk upto 3 or 4 A.M. I used to have my coaching from 8 A.M so... She always used to inform me about any guy who call her and to any one she talks and in starting I used to be so insecure even if she picks anyone's call. Literally I am so in love with her. Time passes... We both got closer and she fell harder literally she used to write a whole apology letter for me whenever I used to be mad on her!!
Spoiler: She is a Neet Aspirant.
I have boards this year and scored 73%. Gave jee mains scored 73%ile in January and 76%ile in April. Got 31K rank in VITEEE.
So I have decided to take a drop year and told her that I performed very bad at every exams and I want to give myself 1 more year and asked her putting stone on my heart that "Can we Stop talking to each other for a year?" She told I will answer you after some time and stone heartedly she agreed on me. She said "ki mai tere padhai ke beech nhi aaungi" after that for 2-3 days my heart was literally shattered and I deleted Insta; Snap; Telegram; Truecaller even WhatsApp. And whenever I think about her I got motivated to study because I don't have stopped talking to her for doing bullshits!! She is literally the best Girl I can have.💓
Am I right or wrong?

Can’t believe it’s turned out like this for you and I.
Yet, now I have definitive proof that you don’t want me in your life, so why is it so difficult for me to let go?
It’s delusional. I must let go because there is nothing for me here and I have to admit that to myself. It hurts, it’s been hurting.
My heart seems to disagree with me it continues to hold on and though I read and reread your words actually telling me my contact is unwanted, it’s still so hard to believe.
I think once I move and get settled around the mountains and I get a few hiking friends and go on some trips, the idea of us will have faded. I will have let go by then.
Hopefully I can find someone who will love me as you did, but in a healthy way. Someone who knows who I am and why I do things as I do. Someone who understands how to make me feel loved. Someone who understands how to respect the boundaries of our relationship and doesn’t have the need to seek male attention as you do (still). I think about the dude you’re married to, wow that guy has no idea. And I’m not throwing shade your way, it’s just a ton of American guys would have so many issues with your seeking male attention that they will likely feel the same as I did.
Anyway this letter isn’t sent because I care not to hear a response or rebuttal from you.
Still this ending doesn’t seem quite right. It didn’t start in the void, I hope it doesn’t end here but I need to cut off this festering part of my heart. You’ve clearly let go, so as I must.

My name is Rory Fars, and my little sister, Lily Fars, is the last family I had left.
A heavy sense of dread settled over me like a suffocating blanket as I sat in the worn leather seat of Lily's old jeep. The car, a relic of our happier days, seemed to groan under our shared sorrow. Beside me, Lily, my best friend, and confidante, absentmindedly twirled a strand of her long, dark hair, which swayed gently in rhythm with the haunting melodies from the oldies station on the radio. This car had seen us through countless joyful journeys when our family was whole. Almost three years had passed since that fateful Christmas trip in Texas when our parents were tragically killed in a horrific multi-car pileup. The memory of their loss was a constant ache, a wound that never fully healed.
My dad was from Amarillo, Texas, so my parents often took trips down there, visiting the places that held so many memories for him. During one of these trips, just before Christmas, a sudden blizzard struck while they were on the freeway. The snow fell in blinding sheets, making the world outside a disorienting white blur. As they tried to slowly pull to the side, their vision obscured by the relentless storm, they never saw the car barreling toward them at least forty miles an hour. The impact was devastating, an abrupt and brutal end to their journey and, in many ways, to our lives as we had known them.
My parents were always sticklers for safety, insisting on seatbelts every time we got in the car. So, of course, they had theirs on during that fateful trip. The initial impact wasn't what killed them, the coroner explained to me. Not even the first hit from behind, which was going at least fifty miles an hour, was fatal. I had to practically shake the information out of him—they were so resistant to tell me anything at first. By the time the third car hit, with an unknown speed, their survival was already in jeopardy. The coroner said that by the fifth car, they were likely dead. But it didn't end there. Another twenty-three vehicles slammed into the back of the pile, each collision further crushing their bodies, reducing them to a horrific, unrecognizable state. Each jarring impact pushed my parents deeper into a gruesome amalgamation of twisted metal and shattered lives.
I don't know why I felt compelled to demand those details at the time, but I deeply regret it now. I wish I had never asked. Almost every night, unless I drink myself into oblivion, I am haunted by nightmares of what they endured. I dream of driving up to save them, only to be caught in the same deadly barrage of cars, ending in a twisted metal tomb for all of us.
Lily is never in those dreams. Even in my most horrific imaginings, I can't envision her being hurt. Lily is my little sister, younger by eight years and three months. Whenever I mention our age difference, I see the judgment in people's eyes, but what can I say? Our parents never stopped loving each other. They had Lily late in life; she became our shared joy, our living reminder of the love that had bound our family together.
Lily wasn't my twin in the literal sense, but ever since she was born, it felt like we shared the inexplicable connection that twins often describe. As she grew up, our bond only deepened—we acted, sounded, and even looked remarkably alike. She became my rock, especially after our parents' tragic deaths. We leaned on each other, cried into each other's shoulders, and somehow found the strength to move forward. We eventually moved in together, finding solace in a two-bedroom apartment that became our sanctuary.
Lily seemed to handle our parents' deaths better than I did, or maybe she was just better at distracting herself with technology. Even before their passing, Lily was addicted to any kind of digital screen she could manipulate. Her ability to navigate the digital world was unmatched; she was the most intelligent person I had ever met. Her intelligence was a beacon of light in the darkness that had enveloped us, a testament to her resilience and brilliance.
After my parents' death, I embarked on a quest to find my spirituality by delving into paranormal investigations. I hoped these pursuits would bring me closer to my parents in the afterlife, spiritual realm, or whatever you want to call it. Instead, it created a chasm between me and any sense of spiritual existence. Each investigation seemed to push me further from the answers I sought, leaving me feeling more isolated and disconnected than ever.
I had hoped that by exploring these paranormal claims, I would discover a way to reach out to my parents and feel their presence again. Yet, as the years have passed, this endeavor has only deepened my loneliness and sense of loss. Despite knowing how detrimental it is to my mental health, I can't bring myself to stop. The hope that the subsequent investigation will be the one that proves the existence of an afterlife and that I'll find a way to contact my parents keeps me going. It's a desperate, unrelenting pursuit for a connection that remains heartbreakingly out of reach.
I should have accepted their death and moved on like any sane person would. Instead, I let my grief fester and dragged my sister and a stranger, Mark, through my obsessive quest for answers. My relentless pursuit of the paranormal didn't just alienate me; it consumed us all, leading to their untimely deaths. My name is Rory Fars, and I am here to confess my side of the story about the missing case of Lily Fars and Mark Lawrence.
This is the truth about how my desperate search for a connection with the afterlife led to a nightmare from which none of us could escape.
To start off, no, Lily was not a student of Mark's who fell in love with him and then got jealous of me hitting on him, leading her to kill him and herself. I know that sounds ridiculous, but given some wild theories circulating online, I need to address this one specifically since it seems to be the most popular.
First and foremost, Mark Lawrence was not, nor has he ever been, a professor at a university. Lily and I met Mark at the Local Museum in Redlin, a town nestled deep in the Appalachian Mountains. He was the curator of an exhibit showcasing the history of Raven's Nest, a forgotten mining town that neither Lily nor I had ever heard of. This is where our story begins, in a place steeped in history and mystery, far removed from the convoluted theories that now cloud the truth.
We were constantly searching for new ideas for our podcast about paranormal claims. Each of our twenty-five episodes so far had concluded with a rational explanation, so when Mark told us about the curse of Harper, I was immediately intrigued.
Mark was an older man, likely in his mid-sixties, with a full head of silver hair and a beard that stubbornly clung to its youthful color, only lightly dusted with grey. He had a presence that commanded attention, and his stories about the curse were delivered with an intensity that drew me in.
On the other hand, Lily was always more interested in the technical aspects of the paranormal. She had her own theories and was determined to debunk every claim we investigated. She wasn't easily swayed by Mark's tales about the curse of Harper, but she was willing to listen and give him a chance to prove himself. Her skeptical mind constantly checked my enthusiasm, and together, we hoped to uncover the truth behind yet another paranormal mystery.
"Hello ladies, care to hear about the mysterious town of Raven's Nest?" Mark asked with theatrical enthusiasm.
Lily and I exchanged a knowing glance, trying to stifle our amusement. Despite our attempts to remain composed, a smirk played at the corners of our lips.
"We're all ears," I replied, my tone laced with a hint of sarcasm.
He sighed, almost as if he was disappointed that we said yes. Taking a deep breath, he seemed to steel himself for the task ahead. "Well, you see," he began, his voice tinged with uncertainty, "in the early twentieth century, a man named Harper Franstein exploited many men and children in the coal mines. By the mid-1920s, he had established his own settlement in a secluded valley, which he dubbed 'The Raven's Nest.' It was never officially recognized as a town, but that's the only name we have to go off of."
I could see the beads of sweat forming on Mark's brow as he struggled to recall every detail. Despite his initial enthusiasm, he now appeared flustered, his confidence waning. Eventually, he resorted to consulting his damp and crumpled notes, a sign of his growing unease.
"Um, anyway, yeah, um," he stuttered, audibly gulping as his nerves got the better of him. Lily couldn't contain her laughter, emitting a snicker that earned us a glare from Mark.
"Hey, just relax," I interjected, trying to diffuse the tension. "We're not here to judge or intimidate you." With a gentle touch on his forearm and a chuckle, I attempted to reassure him, hoping to ease his obvious discomfort.
He paused, sharing a chuckle with me, while Lily struggled to suppress her laughter and eventually excused herself, leaving just Mark and me. Evidently, he felt more at ease with fewer listeners, so he pressed on with his narrative.
"Anyway," he resumed, "Harper held complete control over the town and the mine, and he made sure everyone was acutely aware of that fact. When the disappearances began, he tried to sweep them under the rug, attributing them to anything but his own negligence in mining practices."
"What do you mean by 'negligence in mining practices'?" I interjected, eager to delve deeper into his intriguing tale.
He looked up, clearly pleased by my question. "Yes, exactly," he affirmed. "Harper adhered to a mining technique outlined by Dwight Brunst in the mid to late nineteenth century. This method mandated only one entry and exit point into the mine."
"Wait, so they were forbidden from creating additional exits?" I pressed for clarification.
"Not explicitly," he explained. "The practice advocated for just one entry and exit as it was believed to minimize the risk of cave-ins, at least in theory. However, there were instances where miners, feeling uneasy about this restriction, took matters into their own hands and carved out what they called 'Emergency Exits' for themselves. After about half of the town started going missing, Harper couldn't take criticism about how he responded, but most people say he was losing money quickly and didn't want to live in a world where he was poor. He walked into the mine, never to be seen again, much like the cave's past victims. Visitors report seeing and hearing Harper, trying to get them to leave."
As I stood there, listening to Mark's enthralling narrative, I found myself captivated by the mysterious allure of Raven's Nest. Unable to contain my curiosity, I decided to pose a question.
"So, what does the town look like now?" I inquired, eager to learn more about the present state of this enigmatic place.
Mark's demeanor shifted slightly as he rifled through his notes, a subtle indication that he didn't have a straightforward answer to my query.
"You've never been there?" I asked, my tone softening with genuine curiosity.
He flinched as though my question had struck a nerve. "Shhhhhh... shut up," he demanded, his voice tinged with unease.
Suppressing a chuckle, I leaned in closer and whispered, "Okay, hear me out. My sister Lily and I are investigating paranormal phenomena. Your story about Raven's Nest sounds like the perfect addition to our podcast. What do you say we compensate you for your guidance? Let's say, three hundred bucks?"
He straightened up, contemplating my proposition for a few moments. Without uttering a word, he extended his hand, and I met it halfway with my own, sealing our agreement with a firm handshake.
Our journey to Raven's Nest was no easy feat. Situated a good twenty miles from town and nestled deep within a dense valley. After all of the tight turns, narrow dirt roads, and steep inclines, it took us a grueling two and a half hours to go twenty-something miles, but we finally reached the outskirts of the infamous settlement. As we stood at the edge of the "Nest," anticipation mingled with trepidation, setting the stage for the eerie exploration that lay ahead.
I glanced at my phone; the time read 11:56 pm, signaling the late hour. Sensing the exhaustion weighing heavily, I suggested we catch a few hours of rest in Lily's jeep. Mark, though visibly unsettled, remained silent from the back seat, his arms folded tightly across his chest as he slumped against the window like a sulking child.
Drifting asleep in the passenger seat, I soon found myself ensnared in a nightmare. In my dream, Mark was being dragged away into the darkness, his desperate attempts to claw his way back to safety only resulting in broken fingertips. Despite his struggles, he was powerless against the unseen force pulling him inexorably into the abyss. Suddenly, I was alone, engulfed in utter darkness, my heart pounding with fear as I ran blindly from an unseen terror that seemed to pursue me relentlessly, its malevolent presence palpable but unseen.
I jolted awake, gasping for breath, my heart racing as the remnants of dread lingered in the pit of my stomach. It was morning, and I was struggling to adjust my vision. Lily's frantic but comforting voice broke through the haze of my terror, grounding me in reality. With her comforting embrace, I gradually calmed my racing thoughts, drawing deep, steadying breaths.
As we sat there, enveloped in each other's embrace, Mark approached the driver's side window with an unexpected question, "Alright, what's for breakfast?" His nonchalant tone and casual demeanor were a stark contrast to the harrowing nightmare that had just consumed my thoughts, momentarily dispelling the lingering specter of fear that had haunted my dreams.
Lily and I both look up at him and back at each other as we burst out into laughter.
Amidst our shared laughter, Lily and I exchanged amused glances before turning our attention back to Mark.
"Ha...ha, yeah. No, but seriously, what's for breakfast? Eggs, bacon, toast, at least?" Mark pressed, hoping for a more substantial response.
His earnest inquiry fueled our laughter further, our giggles echoing through the quiet night air. Eventually, we regained our composure and stepped out of the jeep, stretching our limbs after the cramped confines of the vehicle.
Mark awkwardly moves to the side, still waiting for an honest answer. Lily tossed him a granola bar, eliciting a bemused chuckle from him. With a shared understanding, we set off on foot, embarking on the hike into the town.
The path ahead was clear: a single dirt road that wound its way from the abandoned coal mine into the heart of the small settlement. The road, now overgrown and muddy from years of disuse, bore the marks of neglect and isolation. Wary of the treacherous conditions, Lily opted to forgo the risk of getting stuck, steering clear of the decrepit road that likely hadn't seen a traveler in at least half a century.
We parked Lily's jeep at the entrance to both the mine and the town of Raven's Nest, opting to proceed on foot from there. Standing at the mountain's peak, gazing down at the desolate town below, I couldn't help but ponder the history beneath the dilapidated structures. I imagined how this valley must have once been a pristine landscape cherished by the indigenous people who roamed its lush terrain.
"Jesus, this place is more like a shit nest," Mark muttered in disgust, his disdain evident in his tone.
Lily shot me a knowing glance, silently communicating her skepticism toward Mark's assessment of the town.
Deciding to put Mark's knowledge to the test, I casually inquired, "So, what year was this area founded?"
Mark's reaction was almost defensive as if my question had caught him off guard. He hesitated momentarily before fumbling for his note cards in his pocket, a telltale sign that he wasn't as knowledgeable as he let on.
Before he could respond, I interjected with another question, "Mark, how long have you worked at the museum?"
As Mark froze, his gaze locking onto mine like a deer caught in headlights, I watched him closely, waiting for any sign of hesitation or discomfort. My narrowed eyes bore into his, silently urging him to be honest.
Finally, breaking the tense silence, Mark confessed, "Look, this is only my first week. I... I haven't had the greatest time lately, and I really need the extra money. I'm sorry I lied, but I'll help however I can."
I met his gaze unwaveringly, sensing the sincerity in his words. Clearly, he was a man in need of redemption, grappling with his own personal struggles.
"Alright, alright, don't cry too much," I teased lightly, trying to ease the tension. Gesturing towards Lily, who was busy preparing her wireless motion cameras in her backpack, I continued, "Lily and I already figured that was the case. Honestly, we're surprised you agreed to come along."
Mark remained frozen, but the tension seemed to melt away from his expression, replaced by a tentative smile. It was a moment of shared understanding, a silent acknowledgment that he was still welcomed into our expedition despite his initial deception.
"Alright, I have the cams and portable batteries to make sure the cameras and anything we have with power can last," Lily said, her voice brimming with determination.
We began our descent into the town, our hiking boots struggling against the thick, clinging mud produced by the constant light rain and years of disuse. Each step was a battle, the mud threatening to swallow our boots with every move.
After an eternity of trudging through the muck, we finally reached the town's only paved road—the main road. It had taken us only about fifteen minutes to hike down, but navigating the muddy slope had sapped our energy. We paused for a break, taking a few minutes to clean off our boots and catch our breath.
As we rested, I noticed Lily rummaging through her bag with a focused intensity. Curious, I asked, "What are you looking for?"
"I brought five motion-detecting cameras that I want to set up strategically throughout the town," she replied, pulling out one of the cameras. She walked over to the nearest building, a structure that served as a post office, police station, and fire station. She positioned the camera outside the building so it was pointed at the only road leading in and out of the town.
"We need to cover all potential points of interest," she explained, securing the camera in place. "This one will monitor any activity on the main road. We should place the other cameras around key locations like the mine entrance, the town square, and some more intact buildings."
I nodded, appreciating her thoroughness. "Good idea. We need to make sure we capture anything unusual."
Mark, having finally caught his breath, joined us. "Alright, let's get these cameras set up and see what we can find," he said, a hint of excitement in his voice.
"Look," Lily said, turning her tablet screen toward us. She waved her hand in front of the camera she had just placed. The tablet displayed five squares on the interface, each meant to show a feed from one of the cameras. Since Lily had only set up one camera so far, only the bottom right square showed any footage pointed at the road leading out of town. She stopped waving her hand, and the feed went to a blue screen.
"What happened? Did we lose connection?" Mark asked frantically, his eyes wide with concern.
Lily cackled, struggling to contain her amusement. Composing herself, she waved her hand in front of the camera again, and the bottom right square showed her hand waving once more. "It's motion-activated. It's the best way to save on battery life," she explained.
Mark seemed to relax, though he was still catching his breath after the brief panic.
I glanced at my watch, noting the time. "It's 8:30. We're behind schedule. If you want to place the rest of your cameras, we better move now," I said, walking down the street.
Lily immediately got up and followed me, with Mark struggling to keep pace behind us. We reached the market building, and Lily positioned her second camera on the side of the road, pointing up at the market.
It's not much longer before we make it to the Town Hall. I suggest Lily place a camera nearby. She nods and heads into a building across from the Town Hall labeled, "Slaughterhouse: LOCAL ANIMALS ONLY."
As Lily explores the building to find an adequate spot for the camera, I wait for Mark to catch up. While I wait, I can't help but imagine this town in its prime, picturing the streets filled with families who loved each other.
My thoughts are abruptly cut off by a sound echoing in the distance—a roar unlike any I've ever heard. It was a mix of a human screaming in pain, the roar of a lion, and, near the end, the howl of a wolf. The chilling sound sent shivers down my spine.
I jump to my feet and immediately call out, "Lily, you okay?"
There's no response from Lily, but I'm interrupted by Mark finally catching up, panting heavily.
"Holy... shit... did you... hear that?" Mark said frantically between breaths.
"Yeah, we have to find Lily," I say, bolting into the slaughterhouse. I glance back to see Mark bracing himself on the steps of the Town Hall, struggling to keep up.
As I enter the building, the stench of rotting flesh hits me like a wave, causing me to gag. The smell is too fresh to be decades old.
"Lily? Lily, where are you?" I yell, using my shirt to shield my nose from the overwhelming odor.
"Rory, I'm in here!" I hear Lily yell from a room two doors down. I pass the first door, peeking in to ensure I hadn't misheard, but I wish I hadn't looked.
Inside the first room, I catch a glimpse of what appears to be a pile of animal carcasses, their decayed bodies arranged in a grotesque display. The sight is horrifying, the flesh still disturbingly fresh. The bile rises in my throat, but I force myself to focus on finding Lily.
I rush to the room where her voice came from, pushing the door open. Lily is there, setting up the camera, seemingly oblivious to the horror in the adjacent room. Relief floods through me as I see she's safe.
"Lily, did you hear that roar?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Yeah, I heard it," she replies, her eyes wide with concern. "I was just finishing up here. Let's get back to Mark and figure out what that was." She had placed the camera in a window, pointing directly at the Town Hall.
We hurry back outside, where Mark still catches his breath as we meet between the buildings. "We need to stay together from now on," I say firmly, looking at both of them. "Whatever that noise was, it's not something we want to face alone."
"Let's check out the Town Hall!" Mark says excitedly as he slowly clambers through a broken window.
"Did he not just hear what I said?" I mutter under my breath, shaking my head in disbelief.
Lily gives me a shrug, her eyes reflecting a mix of amusement and exasperation. "Guess we're heading into the Town Hall then," she says, adjusting her backpack and walking towards the broken window.
I sigh and follow suit, hoisting myself up and carefully maneuvering through the jagged glass. Inside, the air is musty, filled with the scent of old paper and decaying wood. Dust motes float lazily in the beams of sunlight streaming through the cracked windows.
The main hall is vast and eerily silent, with rows of empty chairs facing a stage draped in tattered curtains. The walls are lined with faded portraits and yellowed maps of the town, remnants of a time when this place was alive and bustling.
Mark is already at the front, examining a large, decrepit desk. "Look at this," he says, his voice echoing in the empty space. "It's like stepping back in time."
I walk over, glancing at the old papers scattered across the desk. Most are mundane—meeting minutes, maintenance logs—but one catches my eye. It's a letter dated June 1925, addressed to Harper Franstein.
"Harper, the disappearances are becoming more frequent. The townsfolk are getting restless, and I fear they may take matters into their own hands if we don't act soon. We need to find out what's causing this before it's too late."
I read the letter aloud, and the room fell silent. "Sounds like things were getting pretty tense," Lily remarks, her voice subdued.
As I'm distracted by the time capsule in front of us, Mark sneaks off.
I'm not sure how long it was before she noticed, but I saw Lily looking around before saying, "Where the hell did Mark go?" breaking me out of my trance.
I look around, turning my head in all directions, and shrug at Lily. I hear shuffling in the second room down the hall, so I slowly walk toward it.
"Mark?" I call out.
Just then, a loud crash reverberates through the building, making it sound like the whole place was about to come down.
We run in and see Mark struggling to keep himself from falling into a giant hole that must've broken under his weight. Trying not to laugh, I glance at Lily. We help him up as he dramatically falls onto his back, wheezing as he catches his breath.
Lily and I can't contain our laughter anymore as we bust out laughing hard. Startled by our sudden outburst, Mark jumps in fear. He looks around, confused for a few seconds, before realizing that we are laughing at him.
"Jesus, thanks, I guess," he says, clearly thankful but annoyed by our reaction.
After we contained ourselves, we headed back outside, exiting through the window Mark entered through. He struggles to climb out, but after Lily gives him a hand, he is safely out of the Town Hall.
"Alright, Ror, where should we put the next camera?" Lily asks me.
I stop to think momentarily, trying to picture the town's layout. "I think the only place left is the neighborhood," I respond confidently. I always talk like that with Lily. Over the years, I've realized she is the only person I can have that much confidence around. With anyone else, I'm worried about saying something stupid or wrong or how they'll view me, but with my sister, everything is easy.
As I look at the replica map of the town in its heyday from the museum, I determine that the neighborhood is to the East. "Okay, looks like we head East past the Library. Let's go." I say, walking away.
It only takes about eight minutes to get to the long strip of road that housed the town's workers. According to the map, there were fifteen houses along this strip of road.
The houses stand eerily silent, their wooden frames weathered and decayed by time. We walk down the road, our footsteps crunching on the gravel and echoing in the stillness. The air feels heavier here like the past is watching us, waiting to reveal its secrets.
"Let's put the last cameras on that house at the end of the road," I suggest, pointing to a house that looks slightly less dilapidated than the others, "another one at the last house on the other side, and the last we can save for a spot you choose."
Lily nods and heads toward the first house, pulling another camera from her backpack. She sets it up on the porch, positioning it to capture the entire street, and does the same in the opposite house. As I stand with Mark breathing hard, still unable to catch his breath since we first got here, I can't shake the feeling that we're being watched. I glance around nervously but see nothing out of the ordinary.
"All set," Lily says, breaking my reverie, "Still no ideas for the last cam?" Lily asks me.
"Like I said, wherever you think it would be best. I feel like we have enough good spots and angles, so go wild with that one," I told her.
She smirked and kept walking next to me. Mark was still struggling behind, but after the town hall mishap, he was trying his best to keep up. I looked at my watch, and it read '12:30 pm'.
"Holy shit, it's already 12:30," I said in amazement, but no one else seemed fazed. It felt like we'd only been here thirty minutes, not almost four hours.
We walked back down the street. Lily and I had been discussing on the walk that she should put the last camera at the town's only stoplight in front of the Library.
As we made our way to it, I could have sworn I was seeing something moving fast past my vision in the corner of my eye. Every time I turned to look, it was gone. I chalked it up to being my imagination until Lily and Mark both experienced the same thing.
"What the fuck was that?" Mark asked as he ducked, bracing for something terrible to happen. Lily and I looked back at him and then at each other as we shrugged. It was after that that I started seeing things, too.
I confided in Lily about the unsettling visions and sounds, and she admitted she had experienced the same phenomena but had kept quiet, fearing Mark would dismiss her as paranoid.
"Well, it's probably just a cat or something," I said, attempting to downplay the situation, but neither seemed convinced.
We continued our trek, and I noticed that the more we walked, the more frequently I caught fleeting glimpses of movement in my peripheral vision. It was beginning to grate on my nerves.
Finally, we reached the light in front of the Library. As Lily mounted the camera, I felt a sense of satisfaction. We were making good progress, and it seemed like a suitable moment to start exploring the town more freely. We decided to split up and cover different sections of the town.
"Wait, we have to go alone? Why can't we stay together like you said?" Mark asked frantically, but Lily and I ignored him as we headed in separate directions. He continued to protest, but we paid him no mind. Eventually, I was either far enough away to not hear him anymore, or he had given up. Either way, I was happy to enjoy the eerie silence of the town.
As I wandered, the stillness of Raven's Nest enveloped me. With its decrepit buildings and overgrown streets, the town exuded an unsettling charm. It was as if I had stepped into a forgotten world, a place frozen in time with secrets waiting to be unearthed. The ambiance reminded me of an amusement park's haunted town section—artificially eerie yet irresistibly intriguing. Despite the creepiness, the mysterious vibe of the town kept me engaged and eager to explore its hidden corners.
I glanced at my watch again, only to find the time glaring back at me: 3:19 pm. It couldn't be right. There was no way it had been that long since I last checked. Panic seized me, and I called out for Lily, my voice tinged with urgency. She appeared beside me in a matter of minutes, her expression mirroring my concern.
"What's up, Ror? You okay?" she asked, her voice laced with worry.
"How long would you say it's been since you put the last camera down?" I inquired, my heart pounding in my chest.
Lily's brow furrowed as she struggled to come up with an answer. "Uh, I don't know, thirty minutes?" she hazarded a guess.
I held up my watch, displaying the time: 3:20 pm. Lily fell silent, her eyes widening in disbelief. She was never great with time, but missing almost three hours of our memory was unprecedented.
"There's no way. Your watch must be—" Lily began, her voice trailing off as she checked her own watch, only to freeze in shock when she found it displayed the same time as mine.
"Lil, something is going on," I stated, my voice tight and apprehensive. I glanced up at the sky, my stomach churning as I noticed the clouds darkening and rolling in from all sides of the valley.
The sky closed rapidly, ominous clouds obscuring the sun as thunder rumbled ominously against the mountains.
"Mark? Mark, where are—" I began to call out, but before I could finish, Mark emerged from behind a wall, appearing as if he'd been too frightened to venture far on his own.
"We have to get inside!" Mark exclaimed urgently, his voice tinged with fear.

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For 30 years (to my knowledge) my mother has been pining after this one man. I'll call him Adam. Adam was married with kids but was seeing my mother on the side. He would visit every so often when I was around 7 or 8 years old and he was this fun, mysterious dude who'd always bring mountains of junkfood. He would never say what his actual name was. Eventually he stopped visiting and my mother said he'd moved interstate. This was a lie. He was still visiting my mother but decided it was best to be sneaky about it.
As the years passed, I learned that he was still in the picture. I would hear them having sex, which was traumatic. What I hated the most was how it affected my mother. She never had his phone number (because he was married) so she'd wait for him to call her at any given time. She'd have whispered phone calls with him and then it'd be a coin toss of whether she was going spend the next few days being pathetically giddy or enraged. Most of the time it was enraged. It was fine for Adam, he didn't have to deal with her horrible mood. She'd bite my head off, mutter to herself, stare into space for hours all because it was yet another week or two before she and Adam could be "together forever" and she happened to say the wrong thing to him on the phone which prevented this.
Through my high school years my mother would point to the fancy new houses being built and tell me that Adam is building one just for her and we were going to be better off soon. It was always soon. Soon never happened. When I was 22, my mother told me she was done waiting for Adam. That lasted a few years until they spotted each other at a restaurant and he started calling her again. It fizzled into nothing. A few years ago my mother found out he had separated from his wife. She went and hand-delivered a love letter to his mailbox the following day. The entire time I voiced my disapproval. I hated Adam. I hated his ethics for cheating, I hated that he didn't live through the bad moods he caused, I hated how much of a hold he had over my mother's heart, I hated seeing her pain if he didn't call, visit, or keep a promise and I hated how she blamed herself for all of this. Once again, Adam did not come running to sweep my mother away, even though he was now free to do so. I held in my great big "told ya so" and cheered internally.
Fast forward a few more years and they recently bumped into each other again. This time my mother thinks it's going to happen because he's called her and they are talking again. She's told me about how they are going to travel the country. (I don't think they have discussed this) She says she is going to invite him to our family dinner night and he'll "totally show up". Based on his track record, I'm not holding my breath. She also said she wants to bring him to stay at mine and my fiances new house in the country. She knows how I feel about Adam. I tried to tell her a normal relationship should not be this hard, one-sided, or dysfunctional. She blamed herself yet again. I really deeply doubt that he's finally going to step up but if he does, I truly do not want this man in our house. I want my mother to finally be happy but WIBTA if I decide he's not welcome to visit and crush my mother in the process?
TLDR - My mother was having a on-again off-again relationship with a married man for decades. He's now single and they are reconnecting but I don't want him in our house.

Saw something recently. Been thinkin' 'bout'cha a lot. Dunno why... it's strange. You were always so far away yanno, but even though there was someone else later on, who I still think was maybe the best girl I ever dated.. I still think about you, and then I've already had and lost a walking fantasy... a few times.. still nothing like you. Dunno why. Miss ya. I guess, cause you were so sweet and down to earth. Miss that. Don't see it much here no more. 'Cept guess I did. Guess she remined me about the first .. ha.. I won't call ya that, but uh.. the first one of you I ever met. 'Course she wasn't from here, I can't really talk to ya so.. you don't know what's been goin' on. I thought I time had passed lady. I won't call you the other name either, knew you loved it so much. Hm. Itd been so long yanno? Miss ya as a friend honestly. Unless of course whatever didn't work out, okay I'm a little drunk. Yeah. Haha. Whish you could see me now, wish I knew what was going on. Hate that I had to run. And can't really ever get back. You'll never see this surely, never put two and two together surely, all that. And yanno even though I wanna, I can't . Haha. Too much respect for ya. I'll just say remember those greek letter in your note book and how you struggled to ascertain their meaning for all but a millasecond after you saw the look on my face cause we both knew what I'd just written. Hahahaha. You blushed so much. I miss that. Am I naive? Am I dumb? Ain't matter another. But she seems a whole hell of a lot like . Right. Right, got a job with history. Health insurance, government too. Yanno still a probationary intern. So no big bucks. But.. you'd be proud. It fits. Some how. But yer' not here. Sometimes, I worry about ya. Hate to admit it. Never really much worry for a lot, seasons come and go yanno. I know yanno. But yeah I worry for ya. In my mind he's good to you no matter how much I wish it was me. But yeah girl, I had to run. Things happened, I'm sorry I couldn't explain, I hope you'd only never care or waste a thought on me cause he makes ya so happy, even tho really I wish he wouldn't but, hell I never met 'em. Well maybe once? I dunno, so you say. Saw what he did to ya tho. And yeah, I know you're the, kind spirited gentle little phew.... but uh I never liked em. But I'm biased and you know that and all I really want is for you to just be happy n' shit. Wish I knew ya were... ha.. almost. Almost gave ya a clue. No, even if you saw this I wouldn't want you to know.
Harsh, huh? Friends for how many years? Yeah. But to be honest with ya, always was prayin we'd get back to right. I know you know. And uh, I'm still that way. And it wouldn't be much of a friendship on my part, it'd be misleadin' ya.
And darlin' I caint do it. You were somthin' else..
And I know you'd say with your arm chair psychology I'm beatin' myself up. Truth is, I'll forget all this in the mornin'... so don't feel bad. Just miss ya. Cause she's cute, n' I dunno.

This post sucks to write.
My boyfriend is my first real love, I’ve had casual flings and “exes” in the past who have never given me the amount of attention and love my boyfriend has. He’s planned amazing dates and been there for me for a lot, however we haven’t been together for longer than 9 months. We’ve made serious plans about marriage and seeing a potential future with each other.
He is about to graduate as a full time active duty Marine. That means we have been apart for two, going on three months, with no contact other than two letters. He has written me more than he’s written his parents or anything else, and he has been very successful during bootcamp, winning drill competitions, promoted to the guide of his platoon, doing phenomenal on his physical tests, etc. We met at the same recruiting center before I told him I decided I was going to go army, which was okay with him, however we quickly realized that we would never get stationed together if I was full time active duty.
We both agreed we would follow each other wherever we went, made retirement plans and all, however, he says he wanted to wait a year or two before marrying me to “see if it lasts”. We have great chemistry, he’s already seen my best and worst, he’s seen that I am a self sufficient provider for myself paying my own bills and working full time, and says he’s very proud of me.
I know I want to be with him forever, but I feel that he needs to decide whether he is going to marry me or not when he gets home so that I can know whether or not to enlist in the reserves or full time active duty and not put all my future eggs in a basket for someone that is unsure of me. The only reason I would go to the reserves is so that I could live wherever he is stationed, we would get free housing if we are married, and I would be able to work part time while also tending to our home comfort, cooking, cleaning etc. Otherwise, I would be full time active duty so that I could get my own housing and other benefits situated without having to accommodate being in the same place as a partner.
When he gets home, he will only be here for 10 days. I want to enjoy my time with him and love him as I always have, but I’m fearful of displaying affection and intimacy to someone who isn’t going to be around me for long as our relationship may come to an end.
How do I prepare for this or handle this situation? Is it really as simple as having a conversation and ripping the bandage off? How long do I wait to have this conversation, and how should I go about bringing it up, tone and all? I want to marry him I don’t want to go years of dating and searching when I feel I’ve found my person. If he rejects me, should I just enjoy our final moments before parting ways forever, or do I just cut it off right away? I love him.
TLDR; my boyfriend wants to wait a year or two of long distance before marrying me and it is holding up my career path, and he only comes home for 10 days, I don’t know how to discuss it

This post sucks to write.
My boyfriend is my first real love, I’ve had casual flings and “exes” in the past who have never given me the amount of attention and love my boyfriend has. He’s planned amazing dates and been there for me for a lot, however we haven’t been together for longer than 9 months. We’ve made serious plans about marriage and seeing a potential future with each other.
He is about to graduate as a full time active duty Marine. That means we have been apart for two, going on three months, with no contact other than two letters. He has written me more than he’s written his parents or anything else, and he has been very successful during bootcamp, winning drill competitions, promoted to the guide of his platoon, doing phenomenal on his physical tests, etc. We met at the same recruiting center before I told him I decided I was going to go army, which was okay with him, however we quickly realized that we would never get stationed together if I was full time active duty.
We both agreed we would follow each other wherever we went, made retirement plans and all, however, he says he wanted to wait a year or two before marrying me to “see if it lasts”. We have great chemistry, he’s already seen my best and worst, he’s seen that I am a self sufficient provider for myself paying my own bills and working full time, and says he’s very proud of me.
I know I want to be with him forever, but I feel that he needs to decide whether he is going to marry me or not when he gets home so that I can know whether or not to enlist in the reserves or full time active duty and not put all my future eggs in a basket for someone that is unsure of me. The only reason I would go to the reserves is so that I could live wherever he is stationed, we would get free housing if we are married, and I would be able to work part time while also tending to our home comfort, cooking, cleaning etc. Otherwise, I would be full time active duty so that I could get my own housing and other benefits situated without having to accommodate being in the same place as a partner.
When he gets home, he will only be here for 10 days. I want to enjoy my time with him and love him as I always have, but I’m fearful of displaying affection and intimacy to someone who isn’t going to be around me for long as our relationship may come to an end.
How do I prepare for this or handle this situation? Is it really as simple as having a conversation and ripping the bandage off? How long do I wait to have this conversation, and how should I go about bringing it up, tone and all? I want to marry him I don’t want to go years of dating and searching when I feel I’ve found my person. If he rejects me, should I just enjoy our final moments before parting ways forever, or do I just cut it off right away? I love him.
TLDR; my boyfriend wants to wait a year or two of long distance before marrying me and it is holding up my career path, and he only comes home for 10 days, I don’t know how to discuss it

This post sucks to write.
My boyfriend is my first real love, I’ve had casual flings and “exes” in the past who have never given me the amount of attention and love my boyfriend has. He’s planned amazing dates and been there for me for a lot, however we haven’t been together for longer than 9 months. We’ve made serious plans about marriage and seeing a potential future with each other.
He is about to graduate as a full time active duty Marine. That means we have been apart for two, going on three months, with no contact other than two letters. He has written me more than he’s written his parents or anything else, and he has been very successful during bootcamp, winning drill competitions, promoted to the guide of his platoon, doing phenomenal on his physical tests, etc. We met at the same recruiting center before I told him I decided I was going to go army, which was okay with him, however we quickly realized that we would never get stationed together if I was full time active duty.
We both agreed we would follow each other wherever we went, made retirement plans and all, however, he says he wanted to wait a year or two before marrying me to “see if it lasts”. We have great chemistry, he’s already seen my best and worst, he’s seen that I am a self sufficient provider for myself paying my own bills and working full time, and says he’s very proud of me.
I know I want to be with him forever, but I feel that he needs to decide whether he is going to marry me or not when he gets home so that I can know whether or not to enlist in the reserves or full time active duty and not put all my future eggs in a basket for someone that is unsure of me. The only reason I would go to the reserves is so that I could live wherever he is stationed, we would get free housing if we are married, and I would be able to work part time while also tending to our home comfort, cooking, cleaning etc. Otherwise, I would be full time active duty so that I could get my own housing and other benefits situated without having to accommodate being in the same place as a partner.
When he gets home, he will only be here for 10 days. I want to enjoy my time with him and love him as I always have, but I’m fearful of displaying affection and intimacy to someone who isn’t going to be around me for long as our relationship may come to an end.
How do I prepare for this or handle this situation? Is it really as simple as having a conversation and ripping the bandage off? How long do I wait to have this conversation, and how should I go about bringing it up, tone and all? I want to marry him I don’t want to go years of dating and searching when I feel I’ve found my person. If he rejects me, should I just enjoy our final moments before parting ways forever, or do I just cut it off right away? I love him.
TLDR; my boyfriend wants to wait a year or two of long distance before marrying me and it is holding up my career path, and he only comes home for 10 days, I don’t know how to discuss it

This post sucks to write.
My boyfriend is my first real love, I’ve had casual flings and “exes” in the past who have never given me the amount of attention and love my boyfriend has. He’s planned amazing dates and been there for me for a lot, however we haven’t been together for longer than 9 months. We’ve made serious plans about marriage and seeing a potential future with each other.
He is about to graduate as a full time active duty Marine. That means we have been apart for two, going on three months, with no contact other than two letters. He has written me more than he’s written his parents or anything else, and he has been very successful during bootcamp, winning drill competitions, promoted to the guide of his platoon, doing phenomenal on his physical tests, etc. We met at the same recruiting center before I told him I decided I was going to go army, which was okay with him, however we quickly realized that we would never get stationed together if I was full time active duty.
We both agreed we would follow each other wherever we went, made retirement plans and all, however, he says he wanted to wait a year or two before marrying me to “see if it lasts”. We have great chemistry, he’s already seen my best and worst, he’s seen that I am a self sufficient provider for myself paying my own bills and working full time, and says he’s very proud of me.
I know I want to be with him forever, but I feel that he needs to decide whether he is going to marry me or not when he gets home so that I can know whether or not to enlist in the reserves or full time active duty and not put all my future eggs in a basket for someone that is unsure of me. The only reason I would go to the reserves is so that I could live wherever he is stationed, we would get free housing if we are married, and I would be able to work part time while also tending to our home comfort, cooking, cleaning etc. Otherwise, I would be full time active duty so that I could get my own housing and other benefits situated without having to accommodate being in the same place as a partner.
When he gets home, he will only be here for 10 days. I want to enjoy my time with him and love him as I always have, but I’m fearful of displaying affection and intimacy to someone who isn’t going to be around me for long as our relationship may come to an end.
How do I prepare for this or handle this situation? Is it really as simple as having a conversation and ripping the bandage off? How long do I wait to have this conversation, and how should I go about bringing it up, tone and all? I want to marry him I don’t want to go years of dating and searching when I feel I’ve found my person. If he rejects me, should I just enjoy our final moments before parting ways forever, or do I just cut it off right away? I love him.
TLDR; my boyfriend wants to wait a year or two of long distance before marrying me and it is holding up my career path, and he only comes home for 10 days, I don’t know how to discuss it

This post sucks to write.
My boyfriend is my first real love, I’ve had casual flings and “exes” in the past who have never given me the amount of attention and love my boyfriend has. He’s planned amazing dates and been there for me for a lot, however we haven’t been together for longer than 9 months. We’ve made serious plans about marriage and seeing a potential future with each other.
He is about to graduate as a full time active duty Marine. That means we have been apart for two, going on three months, with no contact other than two letters. He has written me more than he’s written his parents or anything else, and he has been very successful during bootcamp, winning drill competitions, promoted to the guide of his platoon, doing phenomenal on his physical tests, etc. We met at the same recruiting center before I told him I decided I was going to go army, which was okay with him, however we quickly realized that we would never get stationed together if I was full time active duty.
We both agreed we would follow each other wherever we went, made retirement plans and all, however, he says he wanted to wait a year or two before marrying me to “see if it lasts”. We have great chemistry, he’s already seen my best and worst, he’s seen that I am a self sufficient provider for myself paying my own bills and working full time, and says he’s very proud of me.
I know I want to be with him forever, but I feel that he needs to decide whether he is going to marry me or not when he gets home so that I can know whether or not to enlist in the reserves or full time active duty and not put all my future eggs in a basket for someone that is unsure of me. The only reason I would go to the reserves is so that I could live wherever he is stationed, we would get free housing if we are married, and I would be able to work part time while also tending to our home comfort, cooking, cleaning etc. Otherwise, I would be full time active duty so that I could get my own housing and other benefits situated without having to accommodate being in the same place as a partner.
When he gets home, he will only be here for 10 days. I want to enjoy my time with him and love him as I always have, but I’m fearful of displaying affection and intimacy to someone who isn’t going to be around me for long as our relationship may come to an end.
How do I prepare for this or handle this situation? Is it really as simple as having a conversation and ripping the bandage off? How long do I wait to have this conversation, and how should I go about bringing it up, tone and all? I want to marry him I don’t want to go years of dating and searching when I feel I’ve found my person. If he rejects me, should I just enjoy our final moments before parting ways forever, or do I just cut it off right away? I love him.
TLDR; my boyfriend wants to wait a year or two of long distance before marrying me and it is holding up my career path, and he only comes home for 10 days, I don’t know how to discuss it

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“Durge Durge!” shouted Enver sadly. “No, please, come back!”
But I was too mad.
“Whatever! Now u can go anh have sex with Vampire!” I shouted. I stormed into my room and closed my black door with my blood-red key. It had a picture of Sarevok Anchev on it. He looked so sexy in a way that reminded me of Enver and Vampire. I started to cry and weep. I took a razor and started to slit a zenth. I lapped the blood all depressed. Then I looked at my black MF clock and noticed it was time to go to tadpole Minsc.
I put on a short ripped black infernal robe that said Murder on the front in blood red letters and was all ripped and a spiky belt. Under that I put on ripped black armguards and boots that said Slayer all over them with blood red letters. I put my snow white scale out. Anyway I went upstair feeling all sad and depressed as usual. I did sum advanced tadpoling work. I was turning a mill owner into a mind flayer. Suddenly the mind flayer turned to Enver!
“Druge I love you!” he shouted sadly. “I dnot care what those fucker fists and harpers fink. Ur da most beautiful boy in the world. Before I met you I used to want to commit suicide all the time. Now I just wanna fucking be with you. I fucking love you!.” Then……………. he started to sing “The Power - Credit Song” (we considered it our song now cuz we fell in love when the Emperor was singing it) right in front of the entire npc crowd! His singing voice was so amazing and infernal and sexxy like a cross between Irenicus, the Emperor, Cazador, Viconia and Sarevok Anchev (AN: don’t u fink dos guyz r so hot. if u dnot no who dey r get da fuk out od hr!) .
“OMFG.” I said after he was finished. Some fucking flaming fists stared at us but I just stuck up my middle fingers (that were covered in black nail polish and were entwined with Enver’s now) at them. “I love you!” I said and then we started to kiss just like Ysobel Thorm (i fukin h8 dat bitch) and DA the NS in at the end of Act II. Then we went away holding hands. Koreella shouted at us but she stopped cuz everyone was clapping by how sexy we looked 2gether. Then I saw a poster saying that the Circus of Las Days would come in Rivington right then. We looked at each other all shocked and then we went 2gether.

I (23F) wrote my boyfriend (23M) a bunch of those letters that were trending a little while back like “open when . . . you’re sad” or “want to go on a date” or “feeling sappy” for his birthday last year. (We had been together almost a year at that point, and have known each other for years.) I’ve known since then that he never opened any of them and I’ve brought it up a few times about him not opening them, and he never really had a reason except for wanting to “save them.” Well when I was at his house the other day I saw the stack of envelopes, noticed they still weren’t opened, felt embarrassed about it, and just stuck them in my purse and took them back. I didn’t take them as any sort of test or to start a fight; I just have never made anyone such a personal, hand-made gift, like one of the envelopes was a few love poems that I liked and reminded me of him. (Super lame and cheesy I know.) And idk. Just saw they still weren’t opened, felt embarrassed, and just took them. I kind of forgot i did that until just now when I saw them sitting on my shelf and now I kind of feel guilty taking them back. Too embarrassed to tell any of my friends that I even made them in the first place let alone that he never opened them. He has never been a super emotional or sentimental person so I knew making them was gonna be a hit or miss on how much he would care about them. Him and I have practically 0 problems in our relationship so I don’t want advice or told to leave, just wanted to get it off my chest.