@kqlyg: ibabalik kita nang buong-buo, pangako ‘yon sa’yo. sa’yo lang ang puso ko, kahit kainin mo. #morayta #qc #taft #yearning #fyp

Der :

Sometimes it’s not yearning, it’s just limerence.

mangograhams :

i can't, and would never want someone to yearn for me, I don't want them to feel that excruciating pain as if their heart is being eaten whole just because of me, — how could i wish for someone to feel that kind of pain.

s :

we talked for 1 month but I yearned for him for 2 years. I'm glad I'm still okay

blulalo :

Yearning feels poetic because it’s intense. People mistake intensity for depth. But what they’re really worshipping is pain dressed up as devotion. The problem is that yearning thrives on absence—it feeds on what’s missing. It doesn’t build connection; it builds dependency. And the more you glorify that ache, the less room you leave for the calm, steady kind of love that actually heals. Yearning isn't evil, it's volatile. You touch it, not live in it. Just like fire, it can cook your food—or burn your house down.

matcha latte :

how manila looks at me when im in province.

onlym_ish :

I never expected to get attached to her to the point I love her more than myself — I yearned for her even if we only talked for 1 month. I thought we loved each other but it turned out, she still loves her ex na 2 years and 4 months sila so ano laban ko dun diba? nag balikan na sila now.

chérie :

i can’t romanticize yearning because hell it hurts so much that it crashes not just my heart but my soul

kai :

“We don’t always yearn for people, sometimes we yearn for peace, closure, or the version of ourselves we lost.“

huneynaive :

Yearning for someone who was never yours hurts more than anything. Because why am i hurting myself over and over again while they don’t even think of me??

fiel :

"why must love feel like war?"

꩜ :

i’ve learned that the hard way — every time i wanted something too deeply, it slipped through my fingers. maybe that’s the curse of having a soft heart, you keep reaching, even when everything tells you to let go. i wanted to be chosen, to be enough, but in the end, all i found was emptiness. i lost myself trying to hold on to things that were never mine to begin with.

️ :

the more you yearn, the more you lose.

Bianca; :

I fear, I would yearn for you longer than I had you.😭

Paisen :

The karma is on me for I dare to fall in-love with an angel when I a devil destined to burn, not to love.

tim :

Kira☆ :

yearning for 4 ye

𐙚𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓪𝓷 ྀི :

I thought I had moved on from him, but it turns out I wasn't am just distracting myself, kaya pala takot ako mag mahal at mag bigay ng commitment sa iba kasi Ikaw parin.

Snow :

can anybody tell me where can i see that graffiti "why must love feel like war"

keyt :

I was planning to make a video of us. a cinematic video just like this. but before I can even finish editing...our relationship already ended. I finished it...today. should I still send it to her?

ralph :

edi matalo

jane :

i want them to feel what I feel to know what it's like to hold pain that isn't yours but at the same time, I don't want them to feel it. I don't want them to hurt, even if I'm the one hurting. And maybe that's the confusing part; wishing they understood my burden, yet wanting to protect them from ever having to bear it.

kesha :

I used to love too much to the fact that I'm losing myself but now that will never happen again—I'm not gonna yearn or pursue someone anymore to just let myself unhinged again.

k8ji :

I stepped back whenever you got closer — a distance maintained by my unsureness. you were willing to sacrifice everything. i didn't like the sound of that because who am i for you to do such things without having second thoughts? but i never said anything because maybe, just maybe the day will come that i'll soften up to you too and be able to return everything you've given. i was throwing it all up, i can't take it anymore, why won't you notice? you'll only end up hurting yourself if you stay with me, you were giving too much, I didn't have anything to offer. I felt useless, I felt horrible for making you figure me out when i never even gave you any leads on how or where to start. i didn't understand why? why couldn't i just blurt it out? why can't i open up? why am i making things more difficult for us? why am i like this? you said it's ok but i knew it's not, i knew you're getting tired. I was scared — scared of wether you'll accept me or not. if I turned my real self in, my thoughts, my flaws, my opinions, my relationships, how I handle things — would you stay? would you be the same person as you were before? I never got my answers to that because I ended it all before you could. you said you never got tired of me and that was the last thing you would ever think about me. you said you wanted me to be happy and if that means leaving my life you'd do it so you stopped and i stepped back. a part of me wished you fought for us. this is not what I wanted it to be — anything could turn out between us, just don't leave me. if's lingered inside my head, if I gave you everything I threw up, would you accept it? would everything turn out differently? that is left for the gods to answer now. you were like a key with the wrong door — and I'm a puzzle with the wrong pieces. I'm sorry I couldn't do anything, all the time we've spent together I will always cherish it — every single one. it was five beautiful years, i was happy thank you joanne