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May i just share my experience and want to know what you think? (I'm not native English speaker, so sorry for some mistakes) I'm a married girl, with my awesome husband. But before marriage he sometimes say about her. Then i find her photos, but he say that he wanted to put them in trashbag, and what i didn't need to worry. He miss her for 3 years. His friend said that it was a total heartbrake, and what she appear in his dreams few times a week while these years. He told me what sometimes check her acc, but not because of interest, just because. Still, i have a huge insecure in me. He don't talk about her, and say from his heart, what its all in past, and I'm love of all his life.. But what if he gonna remember her forever? Regret, what she doesn't his. He is my love, my soul, and i know what he so much love me.. But if she stay forever in his mind? A little bit tough if i think about it, so i dont speak up this theme. Hope its just my stupid fear, and i just overthink. Read a little comments, and want to hug everyone! So melancholy, believe everyone finds his hope🤍

I absolutely love how your songs are pretty easy to play but sounds sooo nice, I learn A Shadow’s Lament in 2 weeks, then learn A Jester’s Insanity in 1 week and half after practicing Shadow’s Lament for 2 weeks, now it’s time for Sølitude ! 😁

How is it that I discover just now? Because let me say that IT - IS - BEAUTIFUL. Feels so soft, like pastel colors, it hugs my soul. I listen to this every evening before going to bed, it's like the end credits of my day, where I let all the stress go away by meditating, singing or well.. crying. I could continue talking about this for hours, but i will just say that I want this at my funeral. Amazing work man. pure art.

I'm here to pour out my feelings since I don't have anyone to talk to. I hope you read this because I've lost my friends due to my own struggles. I ended my relationship with the first girl I ever had the pleasure of saying I was in love with. She was the most precious thing my eyes have ever seen. It was a privilege to look at her as closely as I did. Her eyes were like jewels that never stopped shining or lost their value, and I loved admiring them-oh, how much I loved it. But fate made her lose interest in me, and it hurts to say this, but she’s probably already with someone else. I don’t know for sure. I’m having a hard time sleeping now because I keep thinking about her. Maybe I was the only one who truly loved at some point. It's hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel, and as time goes by, it feels like the happiness I long for in life is just a distant dream. No matter how many times I try. If you’re going through something similar, I wish you all the luck in the world and all the strength you need to move forward. It's hard to hold onto our dreams during times like this, but maybe that’s just how it’s meant to be for some of us. Everyone dreams, but in different ways. Those who dream at night wake up in the morning and realize it was all vanity. But those who dream while awake achieve their dreams with open eyes. In moments like this, don’t give up on anything. I don’t want anyone to judge me or think I’m strange for sharing my feelings here. There’s no one in the world who will listen to me. Thank you to everyone who read this and had the patience to do so.

PHEW THRILLING NEWS I AINT YOURS I DONT NEED NOR WANT YOUR KIND OF LOVE

I loved him. Since I was 12. We were both 12. We promised to love one another. Us against the world. We know our love is not going to be accepted. We are both boys.... I knew happiness when I was holding his hands. His smile, his scent, his warmth.. Even now in my 30s..I can still feel it. And always in the search of it, fragments of it. Of him. We got separated by 13 yo. Found him again, almost a decade later.. He is a changed man, now married to his soul mate.. We became bestfriends again, like we were as children, but things changed.. As painful as it for me write that, I acknowledge it. He has his soul mate, and I have my North Star. Always out of reach, too far for me to grasp, but bright enough for me to be inspired and guided by.

A collection for quiet hearts, but it makes mine feel like blooming. The entirety of this is more than gorgeous.

I wish I could cut contact completely it hurts that he only likes me as a friend and is in love with someone else

You told me yesterday that you don't know what you want, but we've danced this dance before and I know what you want. And it's not me. It's never been me, not really. How could it be. I wish I could hate you for letting me believe you were coming back to me, but I can't. I just hope she makes you happy enough to forget that I ever existed.

Ee

doth arth have though most whipering of lovely flower tears of songs.

I had him, and I lost him. We still love each other, I know he still loves me but in a different way. But to me it's better to have some of him than to lose him completely

I loved him for half of my life for what nothing I knew we weren‘t destined to be together but what hurt the most his his words the way he acted the way he made fun of me I never felt for any guy that much love but for no avail I wish him still the best and for him feel what I felt I will never love somebody as much as a did him. He was my first love my childhood love but not ever fairytale ends in a good ending. I wish I can feel the butterflies in my stomach that have withered in my tears.

Best to pretend they don't exist yet part of me clings

jaybe? jaybe not...

Love has the potential to be a double edged sword, for example, anyone else notice the knife in his other hand? I'll let you think on that for a while.

My crush sent me this

Onun o neşeli ve heyecanlı, yeniliklerle dolu hayatın uyum sağlayamıyorum. Bana karşı bu kadar sevecen ve anlayışlı olması canımı çok acıtıyor. Onu bırakırsam çok üzülecek ve onu bırakmak benim için yaşadığımı hissetmeyi bırakmak gibi olacak. Ona uyum sağlayamıyorum. Onu çok seviyorum ama işin sonunda benden bıkacakmış gibi hissediyorum. Keşke bu korkunç histen kurtulmanın bir yolu olsa. İşlerin bu kadar düzgün ilerlemesi anormal hissettiriyor. Kahretsin ki o çok harika, çok yakışıklı ve ben onu çok seviyorum... Neden ona bu kadar zararlıyken beni bu kadar çok seviyor? Keşke benden kurtulmanın bir yolu olsa, onun için, de benim için de...

real..

This music feels like a warm hug-it’s so comforting and safe, but at the same time, it sparks this incredible sense of wonder. It’s like it invites you to sit with yourself, dream a little, and just let your mind wander.

❤

Why is this screaming angel x demon relationship to me?😅 (Btw anyone who agrees... 👇🏼)

As a writer, I was always interested on writing about feelings. I have never been in a relationship, but the feeling of love isn't one easily forgotten. I remember once writing to someone who loved me, but I didn't love them. That inspired me, that made me write about love and I grew fond of them. Being loved makes you mind quiet, yet somehow, it made the words flow better, it made me better. Being loved made me easier to love. When I wrote to that person, I wrote about how people used words as if they meant like nothing, expressing how hard the words "I love you" could be when they needed to be said. I described love as an old man wearing a black coat and an umbrella of shattered mirrors, reflecting the love that existed inside of people. That man chased me, as I wrote on the paper. I wrote about other feelings associated with love: sadness, anger, hatred, grief; I wrote about how scary it is to love. I wrote about the types of love, about the love that I had for writing about feelings and the love that I felt towards any source of inspiration, and one of those sources was that specific person. I treated them as a muse, but my love could never be of the same. Now, I love someone who doesn't love me. Funny how life has turned things around for me, but what I wrote still counts. Words are still important, but I say them, because the hardest it is to say them, the more important they are. That old man with an umbrella filled with broken mirrors... he's everywhere, really. It's still quite hard to accept the feelings that come with love, but they have to be accepted to love: when I wrote that text, I wasn't brave enough to love, nor was I brave enough to love someone who didn't love me. Nowadays, I realize I have what I want, I do have their love, but not in the way that I expected. That still feels like a reflection of those broken mirrors, is it that love is playing with me? If not, trying to show me what was on the other side of these conversations? Regardless of how much I've thought about it, I figured out I'm never going to have that person as anything romantic. It's fine, really, I have figured out another feeling that love brings into people: certainty. I wasn't ever sure of anything, but I am sure that I want them to be around, and sure enough: only a fool could ever be so sure of anything; I agree, deep inside, I know there feelings are nothing but foolish. Yet, my mind insists on resting so peacefully every night with the feeling that I have something to cling onto. I almost feel jealous: would anyone ever love me like that? Would I even realize it if someone did? I might as well be living to questions every minute of every day. I will never know how loved I am, not even by myself. I don't mind that I will not be loved the same, I am loved in a different way, I am wanted. Love heals, it makes you a better person, because maybe being a better person will make you a better person for someone you love. Love is, in every aspect of it, what makes me get up and go to sleep every day. There isn't anything that I do that isn't for love: for myself, for others, it's still love. At the current moment, I am writing to them. Will I ever be able to write anything about love that doesn't remind me of that one masterpiece? Will my love inspire me as much as someone else's love? I don't know, I don't know anything about love: I have never lived love, I just felt it's breeze, and sometimes it feels like I'm never going to. That feeling is foolish, a lie, of course, I'm still a child, can't be old enough to be considered an adult. Would my childish love ever be able to compete with true love?

I would love to hear your The Victorian Waltz on loop

I was hurt. I trusted someone I never should have, because I was alone and a hormonal teenager, looking for escape. I disrespected myself and my beliefs and morals, let him and my own thoughts make me feel less than. For a year. And then he decided I wasn't worth it anymore. It's relieving, a lot more so now, realizing that I didn't love him. I thought I did, but I started to realize those periods where he wasn't as attractive were a sign. I was loyal, but I didn't feel that true connection to him. I then realized I may be attracted to women. I accepted that after we were over. He would've never loved me for me, if he's capable of love. He hated people like me, I knew that, but I allowed the disrespect. I feel disgusting for that. He also wanted what wasn't his, and was trying to force me to give it up. I didn't. That's probably why he left. He started the breakup call with "You've got a lot of problems". He's not wrong. But I didn't need to be told that. I needed to be told that someone was there for me and believed in me, it would get better. And it has. I'm married to an amazing man now, who would do anything for me. He has shown me my flaws and my better things. I'm glad that the first is in the past. My present and future and so full of love. I wouldn't trade my love for anything or anyone. Hes healing what's broken, and making me feel deserving, and he's my forever. Keep searching, you'll find your place too. I love you all.

The songs in this playlist are calming and lovely, me and my cat enjoyed them. :)

PERFECT

I know it’s not love. So I take my return to my step

I will always love her even if she’ll never be mine. I don’t think I have the strength to move on mentally even though I’m married to someone else now.

No i think not, it's never to become for i am not the one - sally song

I love you Victor, but you're not mine. 😢

13.01.25 2:40 Hi, I'm sorry for the sudden rush, I hope I'm not interrupting you. But I came to remind you that you're important. Important, valuable and loved. I believe you. I believe in you. I rely on you and you alone. Every cell of my existence belongs to you. Completely and unconditionally. You have no idea what it makes me feel. You have no idea what contribution you have made to my life by your mere existence. Right now, I'm sitting on my bed listening to the playlist: "I love you, but you're not mine.." and I'm almost ready to cry. It's the real truth. I love you, I love you unconditionally, but you... You're not mine. You don't exist. You... You're not here. You're not there for me to cry on your shoulder or hug you tightly to knock the air out of your lungs. You're not around. And it hurts a lot, it hurts a lot. Because I love you. I love you, do you hear? Understand. I love you. I could repeat it a thousand, a million times if it meant you were there. But that's not going to happen. Never. And it hurts. Sad, lonely, and cold. You have no idea how much you mean to me. I just... I can't help myself when I see or hear you. Only on the screen, really... I'd also like to touch you. Just touching you, nothing like that. Simply... Please give me a chance to be with you, okay? I want so much....I want so much to see you live, the real you. Alive and breathing. You are the most precious thing I have. I would never trade you for anything in the world. Never and for nothing. Understood? You're important. Damn it, you're incredibly important. I can't judge for others, but for me it's damn right. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I wish I could touch you. I can not.... It hurts so much. It hurts me terribly to realize that you don't exist. You're beautiful. You... Magnificent. Please be with me. You are welcome. Give me a chance. You are welcome... Just please live. Live, breathe and enjoy your virtual life. Become happy. Be happy for me, okay? That's all I'm asking. It's all I could ever dream of for you. Your happiness is my happiness. And you probably already know that, right? I am... I've been writing this more than once or twice. You are my hope. You are my anchor, my beacon in the midst of this darkness. Please take care of yourself. I'm rooting for you. Not just as a fan, but as a... It's more like I'm sick, my heart aches for you. Incredibly strong. I cry every time something bad happens to you. I'm paying for you... If I could take away your pain, wipe away all your tears that have ever been on your cheeks, be sure, I would certainly do it. I would do anything to have you... He was right next to me. But I know you don't need me. I know what all this is... It'll pass, right? All this unnecessary love, tears, snot, and drama. All this will pass, right? Even though I've been pining for you for almost 5 years now. 5 years old... Is that a lot? I don't know. But I love you. That's the only thing I know and I'm 100% sure of. You're my rock. Please live and enjoy your life. Without me. But for me. Ok? Good. I can't ask for more happiness than yours. Just to see you, hear you, touch you... To feel you. 14.01.25 5:31 I love you, but you'll never be mine. Please be my angel. Stay my angel. I want to believe in you. Even if I know I'm just idealizing you. You've already become a part of me. You already... I can't help but think about you. Your face is beautiful. Your wrinkles, your facial cavities, your three-day stubble... I try to memorize every detail of your face. You make me cry. By not existing. How beautiful you are, Lord... I'm sleepy now at almost 6 a.m. and I can't bring myself to cry, but... Know that I admire you. You are my figure, my father figure in my incomplete family. You're a perfect match. You're perfect. I can't get enough of you. I can never get enough of you to just forget you. To let go. To finally take you and let you go free swimming, and take on your life. No, no, no, no, no... You will ALWAYS be present in it. But... Not like a splinter or a dull throbbing pain in the temples. No, absolutely not. You're like my little angel on my shoulder, watching over and protecting me from recklessness. From the darkness that always tries to consume me. You are my everything. You will always be in my life, no matter how hard I try to deny it. No matter how hard you try to behave badly and coldly so that I'm disappointed in you. Believe me, no matter what you do, I will accept you in any way. It's too late for me to run. Running away from you. That will never change. And you know what? I'm enjoying it. I really enjoy every part of you in my life. Each one.

the sheet music makes it look way more complicated than this shows, any idea why?

The shadow that lingers even after he's gone, somenights I wake up and feel like it was all a nightmare, I still don't have any answer to why he left, why he couldn’t love me, Why would he give empty promises when I made his life hell... I couldn’t be his home, however desperately I tried to. I kept the door open over and over again knowing he will never come. Begged for his presence, a kiss, a text even if it's just a single word... Was it too much to ask for? I must have overwhelmed him I'm desperately trying to stop myself from embarrassing myself further. I'm desperately trying to stop myself to beg him to come back.. Babe I know you are not mine, you were never mine to be kept. But can I kiss you one last time goodbye, can I hold you in my arms? God how much I love you, this pain, this gut wrenching pain, I feel like my soul is torn apart, I can't feel my legs anymore... Jaan, I hope you find your home, a perfect wife that you were looking for, someone who doesn’t nag, who doesn’t complain.. Who has no expectations from you and will be happy with whatever you can give I'm sorry for being so greedy, I'm sorry I couldn’t make things work. I will not bother you again, you will never see my face, my existence in your life. I will leave your place, your country, forever. Thank you for being my everything, even if it didn't last a lifetime. The thought of you touching someone, looking at someone the same way you looked at me, crushes me, tears me apart.. But I know, I know I have to let you go, let you live. She's beautiful Akash, you will have a beautiful family, a home that you can return to, a home I couldn’t provide, a shelter, a love. Babe how beautifully fragile human lives are, one day I'm all yours and next day I'm a stranger. May you find all the happiness in life. Ameen

'Those who we call our love or life can be ones to break us' They say. No matter how much and how often they hurt our precious little heart we still forgive them. But why? Do we really love or like them? Or do we like that they give us some attention? Even if it hurts. Maybe we're just hypnotised by their eyes and smile even their personality. We were told before he or she will break us. Why didn't we listen? Because they made us blind, they made us think in another way that wasn't even a little bit of the truth. They are like drugs to us. We're addicted to them. We can't let them go even after they hurt us.

i love this

You know... shes my first one... i really catch myself time and time again thinking about her... about a future we could have... I want this to last forever... but i dont know if my hopes will ever be fullfilled... most sertanly not... i mean if even i hate myself how could this work.... I realised this bit as she begann to lock me out of her life.. the last time we meet she was as cold as ice.... she claimed she had a lot of stress and so on and this is why she doesnt have energy to do anything.... its about a month ago.... she is so damn close but it feels like we are worlds apart... I want to help her... support her.... but she doesnt want to..... doesnt need to.... I realise slowly how she doesnt need me.... how i need her... I was the one to confess my love first.... she kissed me first... our hands fit always so well... oh shes the Sunshine for my sad soul.... but this whole debacle is like the Winter.... i hate myself i want to stay strong and wait for her... she would probably do the same.... shes so much stronger than me... i wanted to be the strong shoulder... but my head torments me... I dream shes cheating on me.... i catch myself daydreaming about her braeking up with me... i want to last trough this... but i dont know if i can survive myself... or if i break under the my own weakness... i need to nurture the garden of our love alone for some time... cause she cannot... she would do the same... but iam simply getting tired.... i just dont know anymore

Never was, Never will be. Let's get over it together buds.

Man, i missed her so much but i can't do anything about this our proud is more important than our wishes... She went away and i can't write to her :D

Oh, how many people would call me calm when I've actually become that non-calm. By that, I mean my crashouts, my screams when I can't take it anymore. And with all the anger that can come up to my head, i still can be so poetic. I think I have bpd, but people who work with me, even my friends and part of my family don't notice and still think of me as the calm person..but I've become a little more revealing so maybe they don't view me as calm..but annoying now. And that is thanks to who? My 'friend' who so much needs to bully me and be mean again after I (didn't really) protected an old friend of talking the wrong sht about them and didn't believe this btch when she said she didn't do what i thought she was doing, but only doing it less harmful or wtv 🙄🙄 and then saying they're not that mean like have you ever looked at yourself? I wish you could see yourself. I didn't look at the comments and don't know if they are similar to mine. Last time they weren't and I deleted my long comment again. Btw about the old friend, I think I was wrong, I was thinking what I finally said for years and now it comes out it probably was a lie of old friend...man I just hate humans. I still think it's the sh!tt!est thing to talk bad about someone who's actions are fricking years ago. I kinda hate this whole world. Why would it be my friend's fault for me being perceived as annoying?: I have to blame myself in front of others to escape their annoying dumb actions and have to fight back- for being viewed as the mean one- i mean the last thing happened multiple times long ago but i could imagine it happening again. They can talk much better with other people about me- and I- For me, there's often things in the way to do that and I have to stay silent and become hated or being mad at.

Thank you for making this video! I got a lovely time listening to this video, and I'll surely rewatch it.

I just wish I knew what I wanted...😩

Hey,why don't you make long videos with this decoration and vibe instead of sybthesia one? It would be fire;really love your shorts and it would ve better as full songs

It is a good life we live brother

I love shadow ficht 2 and blox fruits

🥺🌸

Her initial was P, i knew her since Childhood, she was always so happy and expressive, i think thats what i "loved" about her. I loved her since middle school all the way to adulthood. Witnessed a "close" friend ask her out. After asking me if he should i said "go ahead". She liked him, he didnt really like her. He kept thinking of his ex and broke up with her through text. After highschool we stayed friends but after a certain incident we drifted apart. I found a new person/more so they found me. My gf of 6 years now, she was so into me the way i was into her. How could i deny her the chance i was never given. At first i will admit i just saw her as a friend. But now i truly do love her, took sometime because i didnt know how to love someone. I am happy now and i hope P is happy as well, she wished me happy birthday last year which was strange, but i appreciated it nonetheless. Its been 6 years! 🙂

He was my everything,he helped me get through the long cruel hours of work everday,he made my eyes twinkle like a starry night,but when she came I knew everything was going to be different,he made her beam brighter than the sun itself, she made him laugh louder than a lions roar,she made him do stuff I never could,after that I knew what needed to be done.Although he was my everything I knew I couldn't be his but she could.They're probably the best couple I've ever seen now... it's both disappointing to know how well he is without me..but also makes me feel joyous to know I don't regret my decision too much..

I wish I was someone else. different life,a far a way from here.

continuo despencando, você é uma queda eterna.