Goodmorning love letters

Hello all! I am a moonlight hospital worker and student seeking friends whose letters may keep me company! I recently moved to the city - I’ve had zero luck striking up meaningful conversations with passersby. I yearn for a connection with someone that isn’t a singular superficial remark about the weather. Being in the hospital it’s really hard to have any conversation at all, everyone is so busy. I know there must be someone pining for someone to know they are out there too. Let’s talk about the human condition, our dreams, our what-ifs, our introspective thoughts, morals and values. Let’s talk about our passions, let’s exchange photos, recipes, stories. Let’s read a story together and exchange our thoughts and feelings! I find it so exciting to find a stranger and have the chance to know them! How lucky are we as two grains of sand in the proverbial ocean to share this moment together?
Some interesting bits about me! I grew up on a cattle farm in the mountains. I like DND (though I’ve yet to actually play), studio ghibli and other anime, video games, and fantasy anything! I’m legally a vampire. I love drawing, writing short stories and poetry. (My poetry won a state award not to toot my own horn but tootoot). I’m a foodie and love to cook though I am not good at it… yet. I am a dog mom to two feral furnados. I love to make crafts, I LOVE music- anything from Pierce the Veil to Chopin, from Jo Stafford to Miki Matsubara! I was a choral student who ranked into the All Northwest Choir (a choir consisting of the top students from about 7 states) in Sophomore year! (Tootoot again!) I love hiking and collecting flower pressings! I have a great collection so far! I also have a massive pin collection too. I have actually seen very few movies, and would love to watch a film and exchange our views! I am a big history fan, any history at all! I love learning about empires lost to time, the dawn of civilization, and the creation of our universe. I’m learning Japanese and have a trip to Osaka planned next year. I love horseback riding, im an avid gardener. I am a bit of a goth, and everything I own is black, red or purple. I have never had a penpal, but did exchange letters overseas with family for a while!
I look forward to hearing from anyone who shares interests (or not!) and is eager to start a new friendship. If you’re interested in being penpals, please feel free to reach out!

I'll preface my post by saying that I'm totally aware of how stupid and dumb I'm being, and I even welcome more people telling me how stupid and dumb I am, because at this point I don't know what to do.
So I've been subscribed to several OF stars and followed many a hot men in my time, I've never had any issues, I subscribed for my own sexual gratification, got that and moved a long. In the last few weeks however, a new guy I've been following for a month or two started an OF. I'm not quite sure what it is about him, but suddenly I've developed a serious crush on him. He's the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing I think about before going back to bed. On X, I've turned on my post notifications for him, something I've never done, and I even wrote him a silly love letter. Essentially, he is my dream guy. This crush has literally been all consuming, and all I want to do is meet him, be a part of his life and his happiness. If I lived close enough, I'd probably go visit him at his day job. For now he's only done solo work, but he's quickly become immensely popular and I'm already having sad and jealous feelings about when he inevitably branches and start collabing with other OF guys. It's all very dumb.
This has literally become debilitating to me, and all I think about during the last week. I haven't been able to work properly or focus on anything else going on in my life, all I want is acknowledgement and approval from him. I need guidance on how can move on from this, which even as I type this statement, the thought of moving on from him hurts my heart.
As an aside, this stupid crush was really unexpected because I'm in a happy relationship. Me and my BF are open, and have been dating for 4/5 years, we have very open communication, and I've even told him about this. I just feel so crazy, I want to move on but at the same time, I just want to be part of this guy's life. Please, I need help. Btw Im 31 years old.
An additional aside, I think I'm very used to getting what I want, as an only child I was pretty spoiled, and as an adult, I'm very determined, ambitious and hard-working when it comes to the things I want. In that respect, I'm finding it so difficult to accept that the one thing I want so badly right now, is probably unobtainable.

Hi all! I’m 15F looking for a penpal who will communicate via letters or postcards. I’m from england so would prefer people from england too to avoid international postage. I’m looking for someone of a similar age with similar interest to me.
I’m interest in drama and musical theatre, i love all things to do with music and singing, i dance and play other sports as well and i love literature and writing.
I’m not the most fancy when it comes to penpal letters but would make a bit of an effort. Thank you and I hope to find someone!

returning home after spending time with my friends, and the longing to have you there with me crept into my thoughts once again. it’s a recurring ache at this point. reading letters from others here struggling with love for decades makes me question if i’ll ever break free from this, if i’ll ever manage to cut that string. it’s only been five years, and i’m young, but the idea of carrying this weight into my later years is fucking terrifying
the idea of waking up at 50, still consumed by this longing, just a chilling thought i literally get nightmares about it. it just feels like an unbearable burden, one i desperately wish i could shed entirely. it’s a paradox of feeling weak despite having accepted that my parent was killed unfairly years ago and continuing to grieve their absence, i somehow managed to accept this but can’t accept that someone js gone? it’s not like i have never lost someone before, hell, i lost almost everyone at this point. why does this anger towards god if he exists continue? why does each dawn bring a chorus of "it's not fair" echoing in my mind? why can’t i just accept the goddamn situation and move on?
i wish i could wipe you completely from my memories, everything even the moment i leave my house i’m reminded of you. everything i do reminds me of you and it’s just too painful to live with i can’t get better i’d rather be dead

My way of showing progress over time is to explore more as others join in. Seeking love can transform into wisdom, helping one grow and prosper.
When humans find themselves in difficult situations, they have two approaches: living in the drama or realizing the consequences of their choices.
Searching for self-knowledge brings advantages, even if it disrupts reality at times. People try to handle love and life in their own ways, syncing with the world.
This week, my work and communication skills have improved significantly, achieving tasks that were previously challenging.
In my tarot practice, I started by listening to music and singing for comfort. Recently, I've done something amazing for my chakras.
My journey involves challenges, friends, and growth. This letter marks the end of our time together. Understanding love questions disrupts reality, preventing eternal drama.
Balancing actions and relaxation is crucial. My workout routine, three times a week, has improved my health, and my friends notice the difference.
I invest a little time in updating my wardrobe. Buying new clothes feels necessary, even if I don't spend much money.
We must push our limits and grow in the right areas. Let's embrace the wealth of life's challenges.

Has anybody gotten these and know the combos??
LOVE the new letter organizer!!! Loooong overdue

I'm going to try my best to make this story concise. But I'm looking for an unbiased opinion on my relationship/breakup since I have no one else to vent to. My friend group is generally the type of guys who would disregard any sort of feeling ("just get over it, dude") and I don't even want to bring my family into it. So here goes:
About 8 months ago I began a relationship with a girl I met online. We hit it off immediately on our first date, it was a feeling/spark I've never had before. We quickly went on dozens of unique dates - a baseball game, farmers markets, arcades, nice dinners, movie nights at my house, gym dates. Everything was going amazing - our personalities blended perfectly, we had zero fights, arguments, or disagreements. Intimacy and passion were there. It felt too good to be true. After a few months she was saying things like how lucky she was to have met me and how much of a gentleman/kind person I was. She told me about her past experiences with exes that mistreated her, cheated on her, etc and the baggage that came along with it. So naturally I went above & beyond to make her feel loved, validated, worthy. Shortly into the new year, she texts me out of the blue that my sometimes-slow text responses (I travel for work & she obviously knew that) triggered her & she needs to take time away. We met in person, she broke it off & told me she needs time to heal from her insecurities. I was devasted but understanding. I told her I loved her and will be open to her again when she is ready. In the meantime she blocked me & fully deleted her Instagram, even though I respected her space.
In March she reached out again. We quickly picked up where we left off and she told me about all the healing & personal improvement she'd done in the time apart. After a few friendly but intimate meet-ups I spilled my heart out to her & told her my intent of trying a relationship again but this time, stronger. I would do my absolute best to communicate with her frequently and help ease any fears/insecurities she had. She seemed thrilled with my newfound openness, we had talks about fate/God bringing us together again & she said "absolutely yes, but all I ask is that we take things slow so I don't get triggered again." The past 7-8 weeks were amazing, our relationship seemed stronger than before. We were texting frequently, FaceTiming almost daily, and seeing each other 2-3 times per week when our schedules aligned. We were talking about the future again (our family goals, etc.) & all of the dates we had lined up. She had me sign up at her local gym so we could be consistent workout partners. We went out with her best friend so she could introduce us. We planned double dates with our coworkers. A few Fridays ago, we both took off work & spent the entire day together, from 7am to midnight. I gifted her baseball attire as a callback to the first baseball game I took her to, and she was so excited. It was amazing - I saw my future in front of me and I had zero concerns. It felt like one of the greatest days of my life.
The next day, she was "out with friends" but would text me as soon as she was home so we could FaceTime. Instead, I got several calls from a random number. When I finally answered, it was another man telling me that he was her boyfriend. I hung up & broke down. I called her number that night and the morning after and got nothing. She finally called me at night and told me what I can only assume are lies about their relationship. That they were never in a relationship and she never cheated on me when we were together, but they were seeing each other intermittently. She also said she feels that I deserve someone better than her. Somehow I kept my composure but I was so disgusted at how someone could spend the entire day prior with you, tell you how much they love you, and be a liar the whole time without remorse.
The next day I wrote a letter telling her how hurtful it was, but that in spite of everything I loved her & forgive her and hoped we could reconnect after things settled down, and dropped it off at her work. A week later, she texted me that it was "inappropriate to visit her work during what was implied to be no-contact and make her feel vulnerable. She's trying with her "ex" & doesn't want to involve me any more than she has." She immediately blocked me afterwards (despite me not saying anything to her) & I have no way of contacting her again now that her social media is gone. It's been weeks and I'm still just as confused and devastated. I'm blaming myself for things out of my control and left wondering what I could have done differently. My heart wants her back but at the same time my brain knows there's nothing I can do, nor should do to prove myself further. All I'm left with are amazing memories, an abrupt end, and a membership to her gym that I pretty much can't use anymore.
If you made it this far, thank you for listening. It really did help just to get things off my chest.

I (30M) have been a carrier for about a year and a half. Most of the time I carry the same route, especially if the regular on the route is sick or on vacation. I love that route. Almost every interaction I have is positive, and I just ride around slangin' mail, listening to podcasts, and smiling and waving at everyone I see.
My route is almost entirely regular mailboxes, with only one cluster box for the entire route. While at this cluster box as I'm finishing up, I see a car pull up and an old woman in the passenger seat. I smile and wave, and she does the same. Then I look up again and the driver is walking up to me. She is aggressive from the outset, asking if I'm the one that's been delivering mail lately. I say "yes ma'am." She launches into a tirade about how she's been getting all kinds of other people's mail (there's no way she's gotten more than one or two other people's letters), to which I immediately apologize. Not good enough. Then she tells me she's waiting on a very important letter, and that it better NOT end up in someone else's box.
By now I'm done, and I start to leave. I'm sitting in my truck, engine going. She's parked behind me, blocking the entire complex (it's one small parking lot with only one row). She starts lazily opening and reading her mail, still standing at the cluster box. I wait about a minute and politely ask her if she could park so I could get out. She says "I'm almost finished!" as if I had just broken some terrible rule of etiquette and she couldn't believe how impatient I was. After another minute or two, she finally leaves.
I'm absolutely fuming, and kind of caught off guard because I've never had anyone be so rude to me while carrying mail. Usually people are nice and look out for carriers. Unfortunately, I had an open can of soda that I had removed from it's secure area to grab something, and I was so frazzled it spilled as I pulled out of the complex, which led to me shouting "you fucking bitch!" as I'm delivering mail on the most dangerous road of my route with cars zooming past me.
I know I shouldn't let situations like that affect me so much, but I just have a hard time dealing with rude people. I'm nice to you, why can't you be nice to me? Couldn't stop thinking about it for the rest of the day. On a side note, I feel sorry for the old woman in the passenger seat. She seemed nice. Probably gets abused by that bully.

I've been using the Saint Jane sunscreens for a while now (face sunscreen for a few months, body sunscreen for about a week as it was just released) and I love them. They're a rare mineral sunscreen face and body combo that sits matte on my skin and plays beautifully under makeup. I thought I'd share some of the pros / cons below in case anyone is considering these. Also, please share if you have any negative experiences!
(My skin context - I have very pale, rosacea prone textured skin with pink undertones that tends to the dry side)
Unless otherwise specified, the bullets apply to both the Luxury Sun Ritual Pore Smoothing Face Sunscreen SPF 30 and the Body Ritual Hydrating Mineral Sunscreen SPF 30.
Pros

• Filter type: Mineral sunscreen (zinc oxide), with no white cast (on my pale face which doesn't say a ton I know)
• Scent is nonexistent (on the body sunscreen) and briefly floral but not long lasting (on the face sunscreen)
• Texture on skin is completely matte. The face sunscreen has a pore blurring effect and sits beautifully under makeup. I use it as a primer as well. The body sunscreen is a bit more hydrating but dries down quickly (<5 min) and is completely matte to touch.
• Clean at sephora labeled, if this matters to you (it doesn't to me, but I thought I'd mention)
• Skin soothing ingredients. Some are your herbs and spices that may or may not do anything (jasmine, hibiscus), but it does have green tea leaf oil which has some evidence behind it.
• Really lovely packaging which won't matter to everyone but I really enjoy - the gold leaf on black bottle looks lovely on the counter
• Elegant formulations that feel nice to use and feel nice on my face. I've never noticed any pilling.

Cons

• A little bit drying on my already dry skin, especially the face sunscreen. I use a hydrating toner on days I wear it which helps a ton. For oily skin - this would be excellent.
• Scent on the face sunscreen may bother some people
• SPF is kinda low. SPF 30 is solid but not as high as I'd want if I were spending the day at the park. I consider this my office daily / wear under makeup sunscreen. I would not wear it in any kind of sweaty activity or to the beach.
• Price point is higher, but it has lasted me a long time. On sephora right now, the face sunscreen is $38 for 50 ml, and the body sunscreen is $48 for 120 ml. For this reason I do plan to try the body sunscreen on my face because it is so nice on my body!
• The name seems a bit silly like we know, it's luxury, you don't have to put it in the name OK? It's also more in the mid tier anyways so this is amusing to me. Feels a bit OTT. If this is my biggest nitpick with the product though that says a lot 😂

Overall I would definitely recommend this to people who want a mineral sunscreen that is matte and plays nice under makeup. There is also a sample of the face sunscreen in this year's Sephora sun screen bundle, which is always a nice deal. For those with oily skin you may really love it, for those with dry skin like me be prepared to add another hydration layer underneath.

How much of Belly’s life in Europe are we going to see? Any guesses? Are we seeing her just opening Conrad’s letters or are we really getting some real insight to her personal journey?
I think I would love to see how she is doing outside of her comfort zone in a place unknown to her. Like I want to see her struggle and learn and grow through that daily struggle. I think too much of it is probably boring too, but I think if we’re getting comparatively more screen time for any character it is probably for Belly’s arc and her personal journey without the boys. This would make her reconnecting storyline with Conrad a lot better I think.
Also - how amazing it would be if they really film in Europe!! Like she bikes in Barcelona to meet friends and or lives in a cute French flat. As a European fan I am probably romanticising this too much, but just imagine them filming really in Europe 🤤 Most probably they won’t though.

4 years together. 2 living together. I loved him. He didn’t feel the same way I guess. 18 days since we’ve broken up no contact.
fuck you for not answering me. fuck you for leading me on. fuck you. fuck you for getting that one last fuck in. fuck you for letting me believe we were still gonna be friends. fuck you for being okay. fuck you. fuck you flr never defending me. fuck uou for everything you did during the relationship. fuck you. fuck you. i was never going to be enough for you. i was never going to be what you so dreamed of. no matter what i was never going to be it for you? you were it for me. fuck you for pretending like you loved me. fuck you for letting me believe a lie for years. fuck you. fuck you. fuck you for not moving to Victoria. never ballsy enough to end it but to let me live in misery. fuck you for being miserable with me. fuck you nathan. i hope one day you see this and think about how much you miss me. i hope you think back and realized that i loved you so hard and raw. i hope you realize what you did. i would’ve never slept with you or stayed with u for that night knowing you had no intention of continuing it. fuck you. fuck you. you let me believe you still loved me. you let me have hope for having you in my life. fuck you for everything you did. fuck you for letting me love you. fuck you for the way you handled this breakup. fuck you. fuck you. fuck you. fuck you for never being there for me. fuck you for letting me cry myself to sleep next you to after i got diagnosed. i made you dinner after i got literal chemo. i had spots on my brain. you didn’t even hold me after. you were not there for me. you let me sob and didn’t even look me in hen eye. fuck you. fuck you. i tried to be a cool girl with you. I will never be cool enough. did i ever mean anything to you? was i just a body to keep you company? how can you just be fine? fuck you for wrecking my college experience. fuck you for pretending to love me. how could you love me and still be okay? fuck you for not wishing me a happy birthday. fuck you for never being vulnerable. fuck you for letting me believe i was worth anything to you. fuck u for becoming this twisted villain. i wish i could go back and erase you. i wish you never dated me. i would never have to feel like this. i would never have to be this alone. fuck uou for not trying. i begged you to love me. i begged to be enough. i sobbed to you BEGGING for a change. i beg and beg and beg and you never verbalized anything. i made you love letters, playlists, poems. i planned our future. you played video games. i am pretty, fun, funny. i am kind. i am a good person, and you destroyed me. do you hear me telling you that? you wrecked me. you took my spark and ate it. you took my beauty and stomped on it. you never said or with your words but your actions. i was worthless to you. i wasn’t even worth making dinner or a date. i wasn’t worth dinner to you. I would’ve been your wife. I would’ve been your wife. I would’ve been your wife. do you hear that? i would’ve started a life with you. actually, i did! i derailed my life for someone who couldn’t even make me fucking dinner. do you feel like a man now? do feel like one of the boys now? fuck you. how can i be friends with a man that so blanatly doesn’t care about me? respect me? did you ever? and now you’re gonna go on and paint me the villain, but i think we both know how hard i loved you. remember when i asked you if you thought we were soulmates? you said you didn’t believe in soulmates. neither did i but my love for you was so intense i started too. your love for me was so dull you can just throw me away. i fell so madly in love with you for so long and you thought i was just fine. i was nothing to you. i was just to keep you company? better than being alone? the most sick and twisted part is i do wish you the best. i want you to live a good life and fall in love and feel so much love. i want you to be okay, just wish you could’ve missed me like i miss you. if only for a little while i wish you couldve loved me like i loved you. i want you to have a wife and kids and the life you deserve, i just wish it could’ve been me. i wish i could’ve been enough for you. you loved me like a first love, but you weren’t my first, just my best. this was puppy love for you, but this was soul crushing intense love for me. you’re never supposed to read this, so if you are i on a whim decided to send it. you can take it however you want. you can paint me however you see fit, but just so you know i loved (love) you. i still crave your skin, your mind, your hair. i think i might forever. you hurt me. you hurt me so deep. i feel used. maybe im angry, or depressed, or maybe i just feel disgusted by how much of myself i gave you. you told me we would continue to see each other after (if only to be friends, or maybe more) but you looked me in the eyes and promised we would still see each other, so we had sex. so i continued to be vulnerable with you. but you never intended to stay friends with me or continue hanging out. you just wanted one last fuck. we had sex better than we have in months. is it because you knew it would be the last time? when you dropped off my stuff you kept the car running. im not even worth it to stop a minute? im not worth a hug goodbye? im completely worthless to you. you never even listened to the playlist i made you. how could i expect you to love me? how could i expect you respect me? how could i expect anything at all? i don’t know how to be a person anymore. you never looked at the posts i sent you. you never wanted to go out. you never wanted me. you never wanted me. you never wanted me. i don’t understand how you can just be ok. im sick to my stomach. everytime something happens i just want to call you. i just want to hear ur voice. i just want to see your face. i know you never want to see me again and it’s so hard. the worst part is i don’t hate you at all. i love you so much. why didn’t you love me? how am i ever going to be okay again? how am i ever going to live with this constant pit in my stomach. how can you not want me back? how can you possibly be ok right now? why wasn’t i good enough for you? how are you still laughing and being funny and having a good time? why didn’t you wish me a happy birthday? why don’t you miss me ? why don’t you miss me? why don’t you miss me?

Hi everyone! My name is Lisa. I live with severe OCD, anxiety, and trichotillomania. I started a project back in 2020 where I send free, handwritten letters of encouragement to people who are struggling worldwide. To date, I’ve sent over 1200 letters for FREE. So if you, or someone you know, needs a little love and encouragement, request a letter at www.lettersfromlisa.org
I can’t wait to send you a letter! 💌💕

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I had it on a CD in the late 2000s and rewatched it a lot in my childhood. It was a short cartoon (maybe like 10 minutes long and likely not a part of the series but a singular piece) about a grumpy cat (gray or white) living in the city. I don't remember the exact plot, but I remember a few moments from it:

1. The cat undergoing a washing machine cycle and leaving the machine all round and fluffy;
   
2. The cat jumping from a window of his apartment onto the ground;
   
3. The cat meeting another cat (probably female) outside;
   
4. The cat or someone else writing a letter in the very end of the cartoon, this scene had a very noir vibe.
   

I'm not sure if the animation is French, but I disctinctly remember hearing some French words, especially something like "Perdu" (I remember it because as a child I found it really funny).
Also I'm pretty sure once in the 2010s I saw this cartoon on YouTube, uploaded by a random person, but now in 2024 I can't find it there or anywhere on the Internet, probably due to copyright.
Thanks for any help! I really loved this short piece when I was little, though it was different from other cartoons I watched, and I felt sympathy for the grumpy cat.

I'll preface my post by saying that I'm totally aware of how stupid and dumb I'm being, and I even welcome more people telling me how stupid and dumb I am, because at this point I don't know what to do.
So I've been subscribed to several OF stars and followed many a hot men in my time, I've never had any issues, I subscribed for my own sexual gratification, got that and moved a long. In the last few weeks however, a new guy I've been following for a month or two started an OF. I'm not quite sure what it is about him, but suddenly I've developed a serious crush on him. He's the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing I think about before going back to bed. On X, I've turned on my post notifications for him, something I've never done, and I even wrote him a silly love letter. Essentially, he is my dream guy. This crush has literally been all consuming, and all I want to do is meet him, be a part of his life and his happiness. If I lived close enough, I'd probably go visit him at his day job. For now he's only done solo work, but he's quickly become immensely popular and I'm already having sad and jealous feelings about when he inevitably branches and start collabing with other OF guys. It's all very dumb.
This has literally become debilitating to me, and all I think about during the last week. I haven't been able to work properly or focus on anything else going on in my life, all I want is acknowledgement and approval from him. I need guidance on how can move on from this, which even as I type this statement, the thought of moving on from him hurts my heart.
As an aside, this stupid crush was really unexpected because I'm in a happy relationship. Me and my BF are open, and have been dating for 4/5 years, we have very open communication, and I've even told him about this. I just feel so crazy, I want to move on but at the same time, I just want to be part of this guy's life. Please, I need help.
Edit. An additional aside, I think I'm very used to getting what I want, as an only child I was pretty spoiled, and as an adult, I'm very determined, ambitious and hard-working when it comes to the things I want. In that respect, I'm finding it so difficult to accept that the one thing I want so badly right now, is probably unobtainable.

More ideas
Here are some more ideas I have for the game+ the ones from my last 2 post
Some suggestions/ideas
Able to bribe cops to let u in to crime scenes.
Give the option to submit more than one piece of evidence.
Police sketch mechanic: generate a picture of someone based on info u have.
Make it easier to find security offices. I say this because a lot of times there will be a land lord that has 3 different buildings, and their cams only show their building they are in. So like have a land lord, and they will have managers for each building
Cult base I think it could be cool to have a cult base where u could look in to members of the cult
Racketeering/ mob crimes. These would give u a reason to actually read those secret envelopes as they could give you info. This could also come with an audio bug/ security cam gadget so you can get evidence. Rather than just arresting one person, u would find out when and where a mob meeting is taking place and sending in an enforcer raid
Political assassinations. You have to find political rivals and stuff.
Terrorism. This one would be difficult. But it would be cool if someone calls in a bomb threat or smth and u need to find out where they are within a certain time.
Cyber crimes Don’t really know how this would work fully(plz let me know if u have any ideas) but i imagine this like tracking emails, and computer equipment. Ultimately leading to u finding some apartment with crazy computer equipment everywhere. What if u could look at the utility history and see which apartments are using the most energy.
Cannibals This idea has been said a lot, so i wont go in to too much detail, but i think it would be cool to find a hannibal yk?
Villains Ok, so im not saying they should add costumed super villains to the game. But what if there was a criminal that was smarter than all the others. They leave fake clues, have dummy apartments with boobie traps. And when u find them, their apartments have their own detective cork board with their whole plan.
Crime scene refinements Not so much an addition, as it is a fix, but i would love if the devs refined the crime scenes a lot. Like, all the blood will be in one spot but the body is in another, and the bullet holes are nowhere that makes any sense. Also more than a few times the victim will have the same journal/letter literally all over their apartment.
Adv forensics Blood types, hair follicles, and other dna evidence for you to look through.
Kidnappings Find a missing person within 24hrs of in game time

Me and this girl have been talking for 2 months now and are exclusively dating. I want to ask her to be my gf by giving her a clear picture frame with some pressed flowers inside. I want to add a letter inside the frame as well. I just don’t know how to write a love letter since I am not very good at expressing my emotions. I don’t know what to say or how to structure it. Also I don’t know if it’s too early to say I love you. I definitely do, but I’m not sure if I should say it at the same time I ask her to be my gf. Any advice on how to write the letter? Should I ask her out on the letter or just write how I feel about her and ask her out by telling her?

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Atlantis Commission
Officer Report - Lieutenant Colonel John Shepard
CLEARANCE LEVEL 5
Well this had definitely been a very interesting couple of hours. This dimension and its people had very odd opinions and ideas. Apparently the prey species of this dimension were all obligate cowards, whose instincts compelled them to be non-violent and run from threats. At least according to themselves. There were apparently some of them who were “predator diseased” as they called it, a disease which often resulted in increased violence, aggression, lack of empathy, and unheard like behavior. It sounded to me like some form of infectious psychopathy, but the venlil assured us it shouldn't affect us since we were predators, which didn’t really ease my fears, but hopefully it was something we could figure out when we got home if it ever became a problem.
Gotta love mandatory quarantine periods woo hoo!
As scary as this odd disease sounded, my main concern at the moment was to try and turn a professed coward into someone who could at the very least defend themselves.
I looked down to the table of gear ahead of me and then over to the mostly naked Venlil to my side, and then even farther to Tiel’c who thought It would be a good idea to help oversee Farva’s rapid fire training course. I fiddled with the bluetooth earpiece which was rigged up to one of our handhelds to run a translation program to speak directly with the captain. A big step up from our unknowingly one sided communications earlier.
I stepped on the other side of the plastic table and placed my hands down upon it and looked on at my new student..
“Welcome Captain Farva to our very impromptu accelerated course on Human arms armor and basic infantry tactics.” I said gesturing to the hodge podge gear we had managed to assemble for the good captain. “Are we ready to begin?”.
She flicked her ears, somewhat nervously by the looks.
“I’d take it that's a yes then?”
“Oh yes sorry”
“Alright then, well given that most of our crew is human and the only other alien struts around naked all the time, the only gear we have on hand is for humans, So you're going to be running size smalls and it's all going to fit all a bit big” I say as I toss her the tactical vest. ”Here try this on, we can try to tighten it up if it's a bit loose anywhere”. The captain wrestles with the buckles a bit, and Teal'c helps her tighten up some of the top straps, as the Venil’s shoulders weren't as broad as humans. Farva gave Teal’c an odd look, but seemed appreciative none the less.Once finished, she grasped the vest in her paws with interest. “This armor seems quite lightweight, which is nice, weight is often an issue that causes us to forgo armor, since heavy armor would hurt our running ability.” Farva remarks. “Also the sheer amount of pockets seems quite excessive, what do you need all these for?”
“Well for starters it's currently missing these '' I hand Farva one of the armor plates which she looks over. “That is a depleted Naquadria ceramic composite plate. It’s designed to stop bullet impacts and dissipate energy weapon blasts. It slots into that chest compartment in the front and back of your armor.”
“This isn't quite what Id imagine for the armor of your kind”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Well judging by your ships I would have imagined you would put more emphasis on defense Your predatory nature would make you less likely to run away from conflict allowing for more encompassing armor to cover more than just your chest, since you have less need to run.”
She would put it like that.
“Well there are a number of reasons for that, a lot to do with those excess pockets you mentioned. For starters you will not be carrying the same amount of gear that the standard infantry unit would normally be carrying, we are preparing you for a quick in and out op. Normally us expedition teams need to be deployed into unknown territory for extended periods of time, we need to carry everything we might need with us from food, bullets, weapons, to comms gear, sensors, repelling equipment etc. The weight from all that gear adds up fast; In order to stay sufficiently mobile and combat effective; we only carry enough armor to protect our vitals, head and torso, anything else can hopefully be patched up by a field medic.”
Tielc gave his piece as well. “It is important to know when to run both towards and aways from one's foes, not every battle can be won through strength alone, but by strategy and cunning. Being able to reposition oneself quickly is therefore highly advantageous”
Farva seemed to freeze at Teal'c's statement, not out of fear I think, she instead had a distant look in her eye. To snap her out of her slump I handed her a standard ballistic helmet.
Seeming to get the idea she looked at it oddly and tried it on. It confirmed to her head shape decently well but depressed her ears to either side of her head, kind of resembling what one might imagine a sad bunny rabbit to look like “I don't think this will be something I can bring with me” she said ” I can't use ear signals and this will muffle my hearing.”
“Why don’t you keep it on for the time being, I think any extra hearing protection might be useful considering what we are about to try next.” I hand Farva some ballistic ear protectors, slightly modified and somewhat ramshackle. “One of the corporals worked closely with Nurse Fila to get an idea for safe decibels levels for your kind, we were also able to get these earbuds molded to fit into your ear canal better”
Farva took them and slipped them in. “These are a bit uncomfortable, what do I need these for?”
“You'll need them for this” I say as I unsnap the clasps on the weapons case revealing its contents.
The content seems to capture Farva’s interest, getting a slight tail wave.
“Okay So this here is a p90, It carries a 50 round top loading magazine of teflon coated armor piercing ordnance. With a cyclical rate of fire of 900 rounds per minute.”
Farvas ears perk up at this. “This seems like an efficient design, I take it these are a flashlight and laser sight for accuracy?” She asked, pointing to the top of the weapon.
“Yes we also have holographic and acog optics which will help line up targets from farther away.” I look on as Farva picks up the weapon and inspects it, testing the weight as I note that it will weigh a fair bit more once loaded. But she doesn't seem to be struggling with the weight. I can't help but notice good firearm safety as well, she keeps her finger well off the trigger and takes care to keep her weapon pointed aways from anyone else.
“This seems like a solid design but I'm not sure how useful those weapon optics would be, as they are not designed for my side facing eyes”
“I'm sure our master at arms can figure something out, why don't we give it a test fire first tho, before we send it off to make adjustments.” I instruct her on how to load the weapon and turn the safety off. I warn her of the sound it makes. And while definitely taken aback by the recoil and sound at first, she quickly gets the hang of it, she has some respectable shot groupings in both single fire and in short bursts. And keeps the rounds reasonably centered while firing in full auto.
She did a whole lot better than I would have initially suspected given her performance in the hanger bay a day before.
“The rate of fire seems useful” Farva spoke “This would be useful for our soldiers, our accuracy falters when we are panicked, and the increased shot count should guarantee some hits based on volume of fire alone” she finished with a dejected expression.
She quickly places the weapon back in its case, as if it burned to touch.” I don't know if I should be armed for this mission, at least not with that weapon, I don't want to miss and hit one of you in the back!”
“What? Nonsense, you are a great shot, and this is just a precaution in case we get separated or flanked and need some covering fire. If our guys are doing their job right you shouldn't need to fire a single round anyways.”
Captain Farva’s breathing started to hasten, earlier I might have thought it was fear, but I was starting to get an idea of what the captain's issues were. I’ve seen this before.
“I.. I can’t be trusted with this responsibility, every time I am left in charge of something, every time people put their lives in my paws I ....”
“Farva, don’t you start with me now you hear.” I said sternly, swiftly capping off her inevitable spiral of self doubt.
“But.. no.. you don’t understand”
Stopping her again I spoke. “But nothing, what happened before on that ship, and back at that colony is in the past. I don’t know your whole situation, but from what I have gathered from the crew It was nothing good. You feel responsible and it's eating away at you, and frankly it doesn’t matter if that's true or not. Accidents happen, people make mistakes, and when that happens we need to learn, take those lessons to heart, and don't let it stop us from helping people in the present. If you let guilt, or fear of mistakes stop you, then bad guys have already won, all without having to have fired a shot”
Farva is quiet for a short time, I was hoping I got through to her, I'm not the best and pep talks and this certainly wasn’t your typical weapons demo, if only everyones could go as smoothly as Ronan’s.
Farva spoke quietly, arms pressed up against her chest, she looked so sad, defeated, and small. Well more than usual anyways. “We can't be strong like you humans, we are too emotional and when we are scared we run away or we lock up and...”
“And that is clearly not the case with you captain Farva” Teal’c finally reentered the conversation having heard enough. “You have shown courage with every action you have taken so far, your actions have saved the lives of many of your crew, every time you have been threatened you acted not just to protect yourself but others as well. You attempted to contend with beings many times your size without even thinking about it, all in the effort to protect others, and this is only in the time we have known you, this speaks nothing of your actions over the colony. You are a warrior of admirable courage Captain Farva, your self doubt is unearned.”
A single tear rolled down Farva’s eyes which she quickly wiped away. “That was very nice of you to say, but I'm not brave like you say, I was terrified out of my mind the whole time.”
Teal’c looked puzzled. “I did not call you brave, I said you were courageous.”
Farva shot back with the little venlil one up one down ear flick I had very quickly learned was confusion.” I'm confused you just said brave twice”
“Hmm it appears your language does not contain the word I am using, I apologize I am not used to speaking through a translator” Teal’c relented “ There are two words I am using admittedly in slightly different forms, bravery and courage. Bravery or to be brave is to lack fear, to not be afraid to begin with. Courage tho, Is a trait far more admirable. Courage is to be afraid, to have fear, to worry about one's own mortality and personal safety. It is to acknowledge risk, danger, to feel fear, but to act in spite of it.”
“Had I not met your kind before I would have thought predators don't feel fear.”
“Everyone fears feel Farva, It is how we overcome it that determines our worth as warriors”
Teal’c picks up the p90 and returns it to Farvas hands.
“Your people need a warrior Farva, a warrior who protects the innocent and guides the lost to safety. You have shown how collected you can be in the heat of battle, You have already proven your worth in our eyes Farva, now you must do the same in your own. The greatest enemy lies not without” Teal’c places his hand firmly on the venlil’s chest “But within”.
After Action Report - Venlil Colonial Defense Force
Subject : Chief Engineer Donu
I fiddled with my holopad, Its small surface area proving to be a consistent source of annoyance in my current endeavor. Gone was the large workspace afforded to me by my holotable back in my office. Instead I had to work with the scaled down portable holotablet I was just fortunate enough to have strapped to my person when I was beamed away from our last ship. I was stuck with its smaller keyboard and slower rendering speeds.
An annoyed smooth skin alien looked over my shoulder at my device, attached to it was a jury rigged fiber optic cable, slotted into a terran silicon to crystal patch cable, which would convert the electrical signals broadcasted by my tablet into a bandwidth that the terrans crystalline based computers; which they used for highly complex tasks like hyperdrive and transporter systems; could use, and then It was patched again in a even stranger connector to patch into the odd asgard computer stones.
All in all it looked like someone tried to plug a regular computer into some crystal construct like you would find in a fantasy holonovel, and again plugged that into a harchen heat rock sauna lounge. Finally branching out from this conglomeration was a simple copper based wire that connects to a computer terminal at which currently sat the late Doctor Rodney Mckay. A title upon initially hearing led me to believe he was a medical doctor, which led to a flurry of medical questions that he had absolutely no means of answering.
While this odd alien nomenclature was interesting, what intrigued me more was his actual area of expertise, theoretical astrophysics, as well as a number of other diverse specialties and fields. Not to mention not only was he a great scientist who had he been raised in the more civilized portion of this galaxy, would have knowledge and aptitude that would put him alongside some of Aafas greatest minds, but he was also an engineer without peer, at least in this galaxy. His interactions with general Samantha Carter hinted at her possibly being his match if not more. For a species that was supposed to glorify violence the decision to have a scientist be arguably the most senior member of what was by their admission a military vessel spoke to their commitment to knowledge and understanding, a very noble prey-like goal.
I looked warily at the lines of code at my screen, the asguard translation program had earlier scanned our ship and was able to parse written languages, but complex files, like images and 3d design schematics were harder to encode and decode from our perspective systems. As is stands we have 3 completely separate computer architectures, the asguard can talk to human computers and the venlil computers can talk to the asguard computers, It sounds like we would have everything we need to get a human C.A.D schematic into a venlil holotablet right? Wrong! And you're stupid for entertaining such a idiotic notion! Parsing text from raw binary is relatively straight forward, you're just looking for patterns, repeating bit combinations that might infer letters and then iterating them over millions of times looking for patterns, letters, words, and then with a bit of help from some undecoded analog audio transmission, spoken language. This is a far cry from actual procedural communication protocols,the ones that allow for file transfers, exactly what we needed if we were to get Rodney's redesigned part schematics into a format and medium that can be plugged into a suitable fabricator. Assuming one still exists, which I can reasonably assume it does.
Speaking of which, I have just made something of a breakthrough. For upon my screen appears a simple geometric hydrogen cube, we’re talking vertices, planes, material data, everything we need for a usable design file.
I let out an excited pent up yip, the culmination of hours of frustrating software integration work. Unfortunately I startled Rodney, who lets out a panicked gasp and clutches his chest pelts with one of his paws.
“Oh god…..” He gasps, pointing at me “Please.. don’t do that”
“Sorry!” I say a bit meekly. I slowly approach him so as to not make him unnecessarily uncomfortable and show him my work.
“I got the file exchange set up, all we need from you is to finish any modifications to your part, upload them to my holopad, and then we can print away at any class 3 or above fabricator we can scrounge up on Brayga colony.”
“Ok.. um.. got it, I'm almost done i’m just you know” He points a lone grasping appendage at his screen,”Running some simulations, making sure everything is up to spec.” keeping his response kurt. “Sorry for freaking out there.”
I nod my head in the human display of affirmation and return to my workstation to further bug check my work, to test potentially problematic edge cases for when he finishes. Tho Rodney's continued odd behavior intruded on my thoughts.
I should have felt empowered, being able to intimidate this ‘massive beast’, but I didn't. I didn't like being feared, his people have been nice to me, Rodney himself courteous to a fault and desperate for positive attention.
I thought I could expect predators to be fearless but that clearly wasn't the case, rodney was fearful, nervous, had I not known better I would say defective, and while it annoyed his crew, they didn't berate him for it, or attempt to assert dominance, they encouraged it even with placating words and tried to help him through it, they encouraged and supported him like a proper herd, even if sometimes it took the form of what the human would call a playful ribbing. I supposed I could help him as well.
I approached him again, careful to make my approach known to him, making sure to approach from within his limited field of vision. He looks up at me with a wide eyed glare, had I not known him I might have assumed it was hunger, but I did and knew it to be concern.
“Uh high Donu.. um whats up?”
“Why are you afraid of us rodney?”
“Wa-What, me afraid?” he gives out a panicked laugh ”uh no no, I'm not afraid, you know just a bit weirded out I'm just getting used to you all, it's not a fear thing it's a a…. Just getting used to new aliens thing, ask Hermirod we went through this whole song and dance right buddy”
Hermirod furrowed his brow and gave an irritated sigh from across the room.
I reached out to take Rodney by the paw.
His whole body flinched at my mere touch, I quickly withdrew my paw.
“Oh.. um.. I didn't…”
“Rodney! It's okay, your crew doesn’t seem to care when you show fear, and neither do I. Why are you afraid of us? You are almost twice our size and surely double our strength, most venlil would scream and run in terror at the mere sight of you. What's wrong?”
Rodney let out a sigh. “Oh its, we don't have to talk about this, I can deal with this, I deal with scary situations all the time, it's fine, I'll be fine.”
“Rodney, my people are a very emotional, empathic people, we are open with our feelings and with our fear, and the fear of the one can affect the herd, please let me help you. I don’t know what to expect from your society but I promise I wont judge you for your fear or emotions, I mean look at many of my crew mates, we are no one to judge”
Rodney shot back “You didn't seem to be so bothered”
“I’m too old to care, I was about to retire, hell I was about to die as far as I knew, Brayga colony was supposed to be a quiet place to lay back, work on some hobbies, plant a garden and pester the young men of my colony until I either dropped dead of boredom or got lucky” I joked.
That seemed to raise Rodney's mood somewhat. He sighed and seemingly relented.
“It’s… a dumb story, I don't even know why it affected me so much, I come from a place on earth called Canada, people don't usually believe me when I say I am from there, us Canadians are notoriously friendly and I guess I haven’t exactly filled that mold for a lot of my life, but hey I'm working on it, people like me, I have lots of friends back at Atlantis” He says the last sentence in a way as if it isn't me he's trying to convince.
“I'm sure you do, Rodney, You seem like quite the charming individual when you're not cowering!”
“Ha ha thanks, maybe you could come and visit sometime. Tell that to doctor Becket, really nice guy, smart man, he would love to meet you, he loves investigating new species. But back on topic, oh boy, so me and my sister Jeannie were on a family trip to rural Vancouver to visit my grandpa's farm, he kept a lot of goats, not for eating or anything, they were essentially pets that he would use for milk”
“Wait hold on? You drink milk from other animals! Do your females not produce enough milk for their young?”
“Oh um no, we just sort of drink it or ferment it into cheese!”
“Ferment? You mean spoil?
“Yeh”
I reeled from this plasma blast of a statement, I like any right minded venlil had a number of nightmares about being an arxur’s cattle before, especially when I first learned about those things in primary school, but never once had it crossed my mind that we could be used for something so weird. What the speh was I supposed to do with that information?
“Maybe you should get back on topic”
“Yeh sorry about that uh.. Anyways the momma goat had just had a litter of babies, and their real cute when their little, so late in the day when my grandpa was asleep we snuck out to the pens so we can play with the little baby goats, our grandpa told us not to but you now how kids are.”
At this I think back to a young Nyan, as I teach him the inner working of the hyperdrive, I tell him he’s not cleared yet to operate in this engine compartment alone, but I could tell from the occasional caught black hairs and dropped writing implements, there had been a number of curious unauthorized expeditions into its inner workings, he didn't really listen either.
“My sister as always was trying to be the voice of reason, wanting to take it slow. If I was paying attention I might have noticed the angry moma goat who didn’t appreciate the strange human messing with her children.”
The color seemed to drain from his face.
“I uh…” He began to stutter again ”I screamed, a lot, it was rather undignified, she ran right at me, thank god it wasn't a male goat, one with horns, I tired to run but I was hit in the back and knocked over and kicked real good in the head, like wake up in the vet clinic a quarter mile down the road kind of bad”
“This goat was a prey animal?”
“That would be what your kind focuses on”
“Oh sorry”
“Anyways It seems dumb but I have just never been good with animals since then, especially ones that look like you; no offense; I'm getting better but when I first saw you guys in the hangar bay, I was just that dumb kid again, getting in way over my head, scared for my life. I guess there is something to be said about childhood trauma. I really should be over this, I'm getting better with it I swear it’s just”
I take his paw again, he doesn't flinch this time.
“I'm a venlil, a prey animal, I know fear, I know what it is to live in fear, It rattles your brain, it turns your paws to wet grains. It takes great strength to overcome it, to push it aside just long enough to protect the herd. Your herd relies on you Rodney and you are doing a great job in spite of your fear, in spite of having to work with those you fear. You have achieved intellectual feats that rival the greatest minds of the federation and all that while struggling with a traumatic experience. Fear isn’t dumb and there is nothing wrong with you for feeling it.”
“Thank you” Rodney says “That means a lot, I won't be like forever I promise, I just need some time.”
“We will laugh about this someday,” I assured. “Nothing as big and intelligent as you should be afraid of anything”
“Are you calling me fat?” Rodney exclaimed with fake offense.
We both chuckled.
My kind words had resulted in a more upright posture, and a more cheerful demeanor from the human, almost like when I congratulated Nyan on his work, and it got me a look at that happy snarl of his, that I was starting to grow quite fond of.
After Action Report - Venlil Colonial Defense Force
Subject : Apprentice Engineer Nyan
Oh wow! I get to write a report for this mission! I never get to write reports, Donu says they're too boring, but there’s so many interesting things going on all the time. Sometimes I sneakily write my own! Just for fun of course, nobody sees them, which is probably for the best as I sometimes get excited and embellish them slightly. One of the reports I wrote was about the time Donu used nothing but a wad of electrical tape, a bottle of high grain venlil alcohol and a pocket knife to repair a venlil medical ship just in time to get out of the way of a big scary space predator, with glowing red eyes and a million tentacles!
Anyways Im not sure If im suppose to write these In present tense first person or past tense. I asked the captain and she said it's whatever so long as I make sure any pertinent dialogues are properly quoted(“”).
“Nobody usually reads these things anyways.” She said, but this one is surely going to be so exciting, who could look away!
I mean who's gonna scoff at a chance to read about friendly predators from another dimension! A dimension of friendly predators who give warm head scratches and hand out yummy strayu not strayu treats called donuts, that are somehow fluffier than strayu, and have a nice moisture to them. I asked for the recipe but Samantha said we wouldn't have the ingredients back on Venili prime to make them, and Teal'c said the recipe is an old family secret. Its weird predators would be so protective of their plant snacks.
There are so many weird things about these predators, they have nurturing instincts that make them find us cute. They stay perfectly balanced even if they don’t have tails, swinging their arms and body all over the place to keep upright like a lopsided gyroscope, it's pretty funny looking!
They also wear artificial pelts all the time, which I thought was weird, I thought maybe the ships temperature was set by the angry gray alien since he’s the only crew member beside the venlil who walks around naked all the time, maybe he had a fit when it was to warm, and the humans obliged him cause they were worried they would make him even angrier, and wore clothes to make up for the cold. I thought this made sense, a lot of their technology does seem to come from the Asguard, maybe he has more say in the goings on of the ship because of that. But apparently humans just like wearing pelts all the time. They feel uncomfortable without them and don’t like it if you try to remove them or look up their upper artificial pelts they call shirts.
The humans are so weird, I don’t even have to embellish my reports to make it more interesting. Like that time with the big tentacled space predator. That may sound real compared to this stuff but it Isn't, Ha! I bet you fell for it at first, hook line and sinker! Like the humans would say. I think I used that saying right, I'm not sure what it means, but Shepard brought it up when he was telling a story about the wraith.
The humans are so nice, instead of exterminating their predators they try to cure them! Their doctors are working to modify the wraith so they don't have to eat humans anymore, so they can be friendly predators too.
Anyways I should probably get to the actual report part of this report. Farva says I should start after I went off with Samantha to work on some special astrophysics equations she said I would be good at. I kind of wanted to go with Donu to help Rodney get the new parts they needed, or Farva to help rescue our people, but the humans and even the angry gray alien got really weird when Farva mentioned taking me on the mission. Samantha seemed to want me to help her really badly so I didn’t mind. Samantha says I have the most important part to our mission. She's teaching me about how humans communicate through subspace, and about stellar drift equations. We are working on what she calls the exit strategy.

Hello, im 21y/o male from Spain and i want you guys an opinion on what is going on in my life. So 5 years ago I met a girl (lets call her Karen) that had a boyfriend and we were speaking and we started dating some time after. We proceded for like 5 months and she went on a group trip where her ex was there. I was totally ok with that and then she told me she was starting to feel things for her ex and we broke up. During that stage one of her best friends (lets call her Stacy) helped me a lot going through that suffer making us talk almost everyday. So 6 months went by and me and Stacy started secretly dating since they were really friends and were on the same class. We date for like 2/3 months, and we were neighbours so i woke up 1 hour early than i should everyday to be with her before her classes and get like 30/45 min with her at the start of each day (since i didnt study in same school as her). Unfortunately people found what was going on and we had to broke up because she was getting really insulted at the class and she felt so bad about that whole situation since she had no support at her school and people know her like a girl who betrayted the other. That friend group was like a fkin war. I really loved her, and like the day after this whole incident was valentines day so we went on again the same "date" at that hour before class, to say goodbye to each other since we couldnt date anymore. She came up with a gift for me that i still have in my room until this day. I gave her a letter that i wrote from the bottom of my heart. 5 years later i still cannot think about anyone but her. In this time frame everytime we see each other she always shows some type of affection like girlfirend affection even though she cant really show it since her old friend group is together again and they are both friends again (but she does little actions that shows that she still feels something about me i dont wanna specify). So basically she shows me affection in every interacation we have (we only had like 10 in this 5 year time span).
I dated some girls in this time but i always broke up with them because they always liked me more than i liked them. I really cant seem to love anyone like i loved her. So i waited this time to let things go by. One day i was like enough is enough and started to force something to happen in my life in order to get stacy back. I decided to pass in front of her house coming from my classes since im now i college to see if i can see her and talk to her (I didnt wanna to dm her just because it could be weird and she could just igore it since she is really good controlling her emotions). Yesteday i was coming home and saw her in front of her house coming from college too. We talked about how things were and I really cant let her go. The thing is, she has a boyfriend from like 2 months (HE UGLY AF LMAO) and she and Karen are friends. I really dont plan to live my life stuck at a girl that is impossible to get back but i will live my life free but making everything possible to making her come back to me. I wanna know whats yall opinion about this but i really cant seem to like anyone in the same way i liked her. If they break up i will know since i have a female friend really close to her, and i will probably send her a message that i have to talk to her personally. I really love her... I cant ler her go

Remember that time when we first hung out I didn’t finish you off so you said let me watch a porn video and you jerked off in front of me til you realised how weird it was and stopped.
Remember how you would always try to do things you did with your ex like watch LA LA land and all the things like that letter and pictures you keep in your camera roll?
Remember that day you told me you’d never forget about someone you’ve loved hinting that you’re stuck on your ex?
Remember how you love bombed me?
Remember how I told you I don’t feel emotionally close well I’ll tell you know it’s because I felt like you were haunted from your past with cheating on her and just missed her so much and she didn’t want you back so you tried it with me but in process never made me feel wanted. It felt like you wanted me to be her. It felt like the whole time if she came back you would’ve cheated on me with her and would rather have been with her.
Remember the time a few days into being together you followed that girl on Twitter ( you don’t even know I know your Twitter and saw all this unfold )
Remember that time I was having a bad day at the office and you decided to flirt with our team leader right next to me.
Remember that time I told you I was getting my nails done and you asked me to get that specific colour that I know you deffo have seen on another girl ( of course your ex got this before)
Remember the time you pushed my hand away when I tried give you affection because you were stressed
Remember the time you told me do I have any friends with a fatter ass?
Remember the time you ignored all my heartfelt messages
Remember all the tweets you’ve made about me making me seem like the Vilian
Remember all those girls you’d quote retweet and fantasise and lust over when we were together and as soon as we broke up. And how you still do it and mass follow them everyday ( rarely do they follow you back lol)
Remember how you’d never put effort in and acted like you hated me
Remember how you treated mediocre and dimmed my light and tried to humble me instead of uplifting me
Remember how you said you wanted to marry me but acted the opposite