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DiscussionTell me the most romantic thing you have done for someone.
Thread startergunmetalblue
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After she broke up with me, I eventually died from the resulting self-neglect (I had been severely malnourished and gotten very ill) and had to be resuscitated. I loved her so much that the heartbreak from losing her killed me, literally. To this day, I constantly get vivid dreams about her. How cruel the world must be, to give a person just a small taste of Heaven only to kick them down into Hell... In the end, after getting over all this, I wrote her an incredibly heartfelt letter expressing only the best wishes for her, and allowed myself to move on. It really came from my soul.
On a more positive note, I have also spent years improving myself and striving to be a better, less flawed person and partner so I do not ever repeat the mistakes I've made again, with good results according to people. Putting myself through unnecessary, avoidable tragedies is something I've resolved not to repeat.
i didnt really do it, my heart did, but it made him both my first and last love. id rather be alone and die having done nothing than be with someone else and not have only him be my first and last everything.
i love him so much that i even love his loud snoring and i prefer to fall asleep listening to it. i swear it makes me sleep better somehow. only his.
i let myself be vulnerable enough to dedicate this to him:
i used to write notes of stuff he likes or things and stories about him and his life that he told me. i ended up deleting them because i knew id always remember in my head. i still remember years later.
im going to keep the gift he bought me until whenever. i still have the box it came in because im reminded that he held it in his hands.
but now i dont know where the line between romantic and desperation is.
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