Dating
When Things Fall Apart: Breakdowns Can Create Breakthroughs
"I'm sorry," said the email, "but our phone call left me uncomfortable, and we decided to work with someone else." I felt like I was being punched in the gut. Even though I saw it coming. Even though I had brought it to myself.
By Arya Sharma5 years ago in Confessions
The Lost Love that Saved my Life
In my adolescence, I got crushes on people that I had only seen and interacted with a few times, but none of that prepared me for what I was about to experience. I met this guy who went to school with me through a similar extracurricular activity. He was a couple grades below me and typically I didn’t go for guys younger than me, so I didn’t pay him much attention. He knew my best friend really well, so as time went on I got more familiar with him.
By Penelope Williams5 years ago in Confessions
Was I Dating a Narcissist?
A year ago, i was crying in my bed one day,it had been many days since i was crying at night, the reason was i haven't talked to my boyfriend since one week. We had a fight and we both kind of broke up, but i was missing him very badly. I was stopping myself from contacting him and thought it was not my fault and i should wait for few more days. A week passed like this and i didn't received a call or message from him. But i couldn't resist myself and called him up.
By Being she Blogs5 years ago in Confessions
I didn't Know This Wasn't My Diary P.S. Trauma
I've decided because I'm camera shy with performance anxiety that Youtube is NOT for me, but I do have a story time. I was in college when I first met Damien. My roommate encourage me to try dating sites after a really bad breakup, so I picked my poison; TINDER. I had a spree, the first guy I invited was a senior football player who had a gross kiss and when I told him that I was a freshman he said "Welcome to WIU" and gave me another wet sloppy kiss. I was not very happy when I escorted him out of my dorm room.
By Dominique Brewer5 years ago in Confessions
You don't find Love, it finds you! And then?
That fateful morning, we were on the phone. And while she was relentlessly gasping for every atom of oxygen, she wished she had my hands to hold on to, all I could do was sob at my helplessness only to hear about her demise a few minutes later. 'Our story', lasted for all but twenty days, and then, she stopped breathing. God, I miss her mesmerizing and cheerful voice and the radiant smile on her pale cheeks. I wish I could feel her and kiss her. But Alas! Fate didn't want it. Perhaps it wanted her more than I did...
By Syed Anees5 years ago in Confessions
How I Stopped Feeling Unworthy of Love (And Finally Learned to Receive It)
"I hope you find love, but more importantly, I hope you have enough energy to leave what is not love." ~ Tiffany Tomiko At the age of 30, I fell in love with a man shortly after my divorce.
By Arya Sharma5 years ago in Confessions
How to Create Happiness Outside of a Relationship and Enjoy More of Your Life
“Remember, happiness does not mean having everything. It means thank you for everything you have. ”~ Unknown I was single for many years. But I was not just an ordinary man, I was miserable.
By Bishnu Bhandari5 years ago in Confessions
Brief encounters in Bologna
Daytime drinking? I can handle that. Morning drinking? Yeah, I’m up for that as well, I thought as I made my way to an Irish pub smack in the middle of the Bologna’s student district. The pretext for my early morning drinking was the world cup being played a few time zones to the east but with my interest in football always having been somewhere between none and “is it over yet?” I soon found myself a bit tipsy and fairly bored.
By Jodie Adam5 years ago in Confessions
Why You Shouldn't Get a Quarantine Boo in Your Hometown
My mind is filled with memories of them. And I can't prevent it. I take a stroll down the street and all I see are memories we made, like us going to that grocery store near his place for our late night cooking experiments. Or that restaurant we tried after our beautiful hike out in the coast. Or when I see a pomerianian and think of their dog and how needy they were for me.
By Chantel5 years ago in Confessions
