@unknown_idktbhh: Lifetime (Reimagined) by Ben&Ben #lyrics #music #benandben #lifetimereimagined #foryou

Kurt. :

How do you grieve for a love that did not even exist? How do you let go of something that was never clearly yours to begin with? No labels, no promises, no clear beginning, and somehow no clear ending either, just feelings that grew in the spaces between conversations, in the pauses, in the late night thoughts, and in the little things that slowly started to mean far too much. It’s strange, isn’t it? To hurt this deeply over something that was never officially yours. When people ask what happened, you can’t even explain it properly, because what do you even say? That nothing happened, and somehow that nothing ruined you? That there was never an us, but you still found yourself grieving like there was? That’s the cruelest part about an unlabeled connection, there’s no breakup to point at, no final conversation, no ending anyone else can understand, just a quiet distance that slowly turns into silence. And still, it hurts like losing someone you loved with your whole heart. Maybe even more, because there was never any closure, never any certainty, only unanswered questions and the unbearable weight of what could have been. You keep telling yourself they were never yours, that there was never really an us, that you should move on because there was technically nothing to lose, but your heart doesn’t care about technicalities. It only remembers how they made you feel, how someone who never even knew they were becoming your whole world somehow became the hardest person to live without. So now you’re left grieving memories that were never officially memories, grieving a person who was never truly yours, grieving a love that had no name but somehow took up all the space inside your chest. And maybe that’s why it’s so hard to move on, because how do you heal from a wound no one can see? How do you bury something that never even got the chance to live, when it still feels painfully alive inside you? Maybe that’s the saddest kind of love, the kind that never got the chance to exist, but still left behind the deepest kind of pain. Maybe the hardest truth in life is realizing that love doesn’t always mean “meant to be.

🥀 :

na para bang

Xantzy :

watching you fall in love with another person, while I can't even fall for anyone else anymore'

➷𝒜𝓁𝓉𝒽ℯ𝒶 :

(beginner)

♪𝄞 :

To my greatest crush i hope this message finds you well even though I've been trying to move on I can't help but miss you. it's strange how life works. I thought time would make things easier, but there are moments when I find my self reminiscing about the things. you brought so much joy and light into my life, and those memories are hard to let go of. I miss our conversations, and the way you made everything feel brighter. it's a bittersweet feeling, knowing that I'm moving forward. I want you to know that I genuinely wish you all the happiness in the world. you deserve it and I hope you find everything you've looking for. just know that you will always have a special place in my heart take care of your self and thankyou for being part of my life

wadidisowwashup :

Falling in love with a best friend is one of the most confusing feelings a person can experience. What once felt simple and comfortable suddenly becomes complicated. Every laugh, every conversation, and every moment together starts to carry a deeper meaning. It becomes difficult to tell where friendship ends and love begins, and that uncertainty can weigh heavily on the heart. The hardest part is the fear of losing what already exists. A best friend is someone who knows your flaws, your dreams, and the parts of you that no one else sees. Admitting romantic feelings could risk changing the relationship forever. There is always the worry that if the feelings are not shared, the friendship might never be the same again, and that possibility can make someone stay silent even when their heart wants to speak. Loving a best friend often means carrying both happiness and pain at the same time. There is joy in being close to the person you care about so deeply, but also sadness in wondering if they will ever see you the same way. It takes courage to face those feelings, because sometimes the greatest love stories begin with friendship but sometimes they remain unspoken, protected by the bond that came first

Jobert Na Malakas :

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King🦖🦖 :

Ok an bawal na pag samahin😭😭😢

Jay :

How do you grieve for a love that did not even exist? How do you let go of something that was never clearly yours to begin with? No labels, no promises, no clear beginning, and somehow no clear ending either, just feelings that grew in the spaces between conversations, in the pauses, in the late night thoughts, and in the little things that slowly started to mean far too much. It’s strange, isn’t it? To hurt this deeply over something that was never officially yours. When people ask what happened, you can’t even explain it properly, because what do you even say? That nothing happened, and somehow that nothing ruined you? That there was never an us, but you still found yourself grieving like there was? That’s the cruelest part about an unlabeled connection, there’s no breakup to point at, no final conversation, no ending anyone else can understand, just a quiet distance that slowly turns into silence. And still, it hurts like losing someone you loved with your whole heart. Maybe even more, because there was never any closure, never any certainty, only unanswered questions and the unbearable weight of what could have been. You keep telling yourself they were never yours, that there was never really an us, that you should move on because there was technically nothing to lose, but your heart doesn’t care about technicalities. It only remembers how they made you feel, how someone who never even knew they were becoming your whole world somehow became the hardest person to live without. So now you’re left grieving memories that were never officially memories, grieving a person who was never truly yours, grieving a love that had no name but somehow took up all the space inside your chest. And maybe that’s why it’s so hard to move on, because how do you heal from a wound no one can see? How do you bury something that never even got the chance to live, when it still feels painfully alive inside you? Maybe that’s the saddest kind of love, the kind that never got the chance to exist, but still left behind the deepest kind of pain.

🐪. :

ay ito ba?

AdrianRamos :

r⚡awr🦖 :

Pero sila pwede mag sama?

Mitzie De Mapapantayan🥰 :

kaxthzlx_ :

How do you grieve for a love that did not even exist? How do you let go of something that was never clearly yours to begin with? No labels, no promises, no clear beginning, and somehow no clear ending either, just feelings that grew in the spaces between conversations, in the pauses, in the late night thoughts, and in the little things that slowly started to mean far too much. It’s strange, isn’t it? To hurt this deeply over something that was never officially yours. When people ask what happened, you can’t even explain it properly, because what do you even say? That nothing happened, and somehow that nothing ruined you? That there was never an us, but you still found yourself grieving like there was? That’s the cruelest part about an unlabeled connection, there’s no breakup to point at, no final conversation, no ending anyone else can understand, just a quiet distance that slowly turns into silence. And still, it hurts like losing someone you loved with your whole heart. Maybe even more, because there was never any closure, never any certainty, only unanswered questions and the unbearable weight of what could have been. You keep telling yourself they were never yours, that there was never really an us, that you should move on because there was technically nothing to lose, but your heart doesn’t care about technicalities. It only remembers how they made you feel, how someone who never even knew they were becoming your whole world somehow became the hardest person to live without. So now you’re left grieving memories that were never officially memories, grieving a person who was never truly yours, grieving a love that had no name but somehow took up all the space inside your chest. And maybe that’s why it’s so hard to move on, because how do you heal from a wound no one can see? How do you bury something that never even got the chance to live, when it still feels painfully alive inside you? Maybe that’s the saddest kind of love, the kind that never got the chance to exist, but still left behind the deepest kind of pain. Maybe the hardest truth in life is realizing that love doesn’t always mean “meant to be.

savrinacarpz :

I'll accept these essay, pero don't expect na mataas marka niyo, mga ‘nak ha? Please manage your time dahil super late na 'tong output niyo. Remember, kayo gumagawa ng grade niyo, kami lang ang taga-compute.

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maganda yung music, lasang it’s better to be friends than to be lovers so you can keep them forever

:) :

hi natnat, I loved u sincerely, I swear I did. And thats why masakit pa rin pero I respect ur decision, kahit sobrang sakit. It hurts to let go, especially when I still care about u. I dont want to wait for ‘someday’ or ‘next year’ hahahaha, so this is me choosing to move forward :) Thank you for the memories baobei, and for the love we once had. Sana kung pwede na, pwede pa. I hope u find the happiness ure looking for baobei !!

Chalique :

Hi, this is for a friend who cut me off suddenly. I may not know what happened, but thank you for the time you've given me. Thank you that somehow I made you happy with all that planning and scheming. Either way, whatever may be the reason—I understand. I know this song is supposed to be for romance but I can't help but thing of this song for you, I tried so hard to be a friend to you that it probably became one sided. I hope you're happy right now and continue to be. I can't forget you for now, but eventually. Stay safe always, okay? 🫂

Recca :

“Blue and yellow theory” proposes that combines the idea of opposites and emotional balance, where blue often represents someone who is calm, quiet, or sometimes sad, while yellow represents someone warm, happy, and full of light; the theory suggests that when these two types of people come together, the “yellow” person brings joy and comfort to the “blue” person, creating a balanced and meaningful connection, and it’s often used to describe someone who feels like your source of happiness or emotional support—what users sometimes call “my yellow.”

sxmvr :

Tbh i never know what i did to deserve this. I keep giving everything i gave all mu efforts i keep trying to be unseratanding lowering my ego just so he wouldnt leave just so he would stay know that i would Do anything to fix us because i was so scared of Loosing me i did not realise i was loosing myself so bad. All those promises was never made it. those “sorry’s” started to feel empty, like echoes instead of real change. I kept holding onto words that were never followed by actions, convincing myself that if I just tried a little harder, loved a little better, understood a little more… things would finally be okay. But they weren’t. Somewhere along the way, I stopped recognizing myself. I became someone who begged for the bare minimum, who stayed quiet to avoid conflict, who shrank just to fit into a space that was never truly meant for me. I thought I was fighting for us, but really, I was the only one fighting. And the truth hurts even when I’m the one in pain, I’m still the one saying sorry. Still the one trying to fix things I didn’t break, just to keep the peace, just to keep you from leaving. I kept choosing silence over being heard, because losing you felt scarier than losing myself. But how much of me is left now? I kept telling myself this is what love looks like sacrifice, patience, understanding. But love was never meant to feel like constant exhaustion, like walking on eggshells, like slowly disappearing.