confessions

Its the end of summer, the weather is getting colder, the daylights shorter. But despite all that, love is still in the air. Spring isn't the only season for love. Or is it?

Confessions of a Scared Girl

We met on the first day of 8th grade. We became close friends really quickly. You concocted tall tales and lied to me all the time, but my being a gullible moron made me believe everything you said. You told me you were lonely, abused, broken. I felt sorry for you. I knew loneliness, and I didn't want you to be that way. I did everything I could to help you. Somewhere along the way, I developed feelings for you. You knew that. You said you loved me. I cried because I was so happy. We got together. We were on and off for a year. You abused me mentally. You raped me twice. I was scared of you. You threatened to kill me if I pissed you off. You threatened to kill my parents. I broke it off. You blackmailed me with those nude pictures you forced me to take for you. You stalked me for 3 years. During those 3 years, you went in and out of jail for gang affiliations. You spread rumors about me. You got your gang buddies to keep tabs on me. No one around me would believe that you are a monster. After all, on the outside you’re charming. Funny. Talkative. Charismatic. That’s how you lured me in at the beginning.

All those years, I isolated myself. People were whispering things about me left and right. If they were false rumors, I wouldn't care, but the things you spread about me were true. I did take nude photos of myself. You did screw me in the school bathroom. I did stand there naked while you did whatever you wanted to me. But you were fingering a switchblade in one hand.

I’m going to college in the fall. I thought I could finally leave you and all your bullshit behind and start a new life, but my friend told me that you got into the same college. I wanted to die. Is death the only way to escape you?

Confession of a Model

It's hard to believe that I am beautiful, even when everyone tells me that I am. People are always complimenting me, but the one person that I want to hear from died a year ago. I want to feel beautiful, loved, admired again but no matter how many photoshoots I model for, no matter how many times I appear in editorials and features, I still feel incomplete without you. I miss you so much.

Confession of a Rebound Girlfriend

You came to me with a broken heart, hoping that I would soothe your hurt feelings. It's been six months and you can finally smile and laugh as easily as I once knew my good friend could. I worked hard for your happiness, and that worked paid off well, but at a price. Now, my own heart is breaking. I've fallen for you even more and I feel dejected at the fact that you just needed someone. So tell me, now that I've mended your broken heart, will you do what it takes to mend mine?

Confessions of The Best Man

When I introduced you to your husband, I had said to him, "She's so amazing... you'll see." And he did. And from that day on, all you saw was him. I was his best friend since eighth grade, and I became yours that first semester of college. I was the in-between, the go-to man about all things concerning you, and him. I helped you plan surprise parties, and I told him all your favorite places around town, the cities you always wanted to visit.

He had no idea that when I was so excited to introduce you to him it was because I had believed that I had finally found the one I was going to marry. No, he didn't realize and soon after graduation, you became the one he married. And I was his best man.

I know that he was the only one you saw as you walked down the aisle, but if you only looked to the right a little, and saw me, you would have seen all the years I've spent loving you, wishing that you were coming to me instead. But I was always just the best friend, the best men--and never your man.

Years of holding on are keeping me from letting you go, but I know that he will be good to you and treat you as you should be treated. And I will always be here if you need me.

Heart-wrenching confessions. Sometimes, when you think you have it bad, relationship-wise, you read stuff like this and it makes you realise, these people have it worse. All over the world, people fall in love, people fall out of love. It is always so easy to fall in love, but the same cannot be said for the end of a relationship. I used to treat relationships as a game. I learnt my lesson. It is far from a game. It is probably the hardest thing in the world.

But, a heart without feelings is a machine.

(Confessions copied and pasted from Datingish.com)

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