/feels/ - personal experiences

When I was in a rough school and got fucked with a lot. I couldn't fight back on the grounds because they fine/expel both involved regardless of self defense. I was on thin ice too so I had to take it. After a really soykaf class I was walking down the hall. One of the only things I loved about my school is that we had paintings from the art students on the wall. Really amazing stuff all the way from the 70s to present day. I was looking up at a nearly finished one and then as i started continued to walk to the next class I saw this boy smiling at me . Something about the smile made me my day and I smiled back.

After that I tried to find him in the hall so I could talk to them. I had no idea who he was and for weeks I could not find them. Until I went to the library and I saw them at the computers. Talking about Creepy Pastas also. What a lucky break. Found them and an amazing icebreaker. I went up to talk to them and we hit it off. A teacher came up and bitched me out for being near the computers(I have been cybing it up since birth nigga) and the mysterious boy defended me and more or less told the teacher to fuck off. I fell in love 20 times over.

Turns out they were also looking for me. They actually nick named me ghostboy because everytime they seemed to see me and tried to point me out to a friend trying to figure out who the hell I was I was gone (I get class to class and leave the place asap).

tldr: Cute boy made my day and we met in a giant cliche high school romance way. Cucked their cunt of a boyfriend at the time and we have been together for a crazy 5 years.

its weird that i hardly remember specific moments from my past relationship. we were together like 2 years i think.

saw her recently in person and it's like we were never together. back then seems like a different life

>>594
We are an ever changing species. I love you.

>>589

Just want to say that's the most adorable story I've read in a long time.

I had a nightmare a long time ago about being cursed I woke up and freaked out, my ex was lying next to me in bed. She woke up and did her best to calm me down, for what must have been 30 minutes. Eventually she wound up holding me as I went back to sleep. I remember that really well for some reason. It was nice that someone was there for me when I was overwhelmed with fear. We watched fireworks together twice holding hands and that was nice too. Or the days we would just sit at her place getting drunk and high watching movies a bottle of wine each, that was very nice as well.

It's never the big things that are romantic to me, it's always these little gestures. Sometimes it's just a look.

After it was over, that sad look she gave me staring at me across the room, letting me know she was as wounded as I was.

This thread has the surface feel of telling happy stories, but I'm going anyway…

I'd met a very nice girl through a friend of mine from the tech school I went to; who'd I managed to get a job at the company I worked at. He had an apartment with a communal living feel, so lots of people from the place got together at night to drink and BS around the pool in the center of the complex. She was fun, older than me at the time - six or seven years - but that was OK; I'd never had a girlfriend or even an FWB ever in my life. I'd always been awkward so even the chance of making this chance work was more intoxicating than the Miller Lite we all were drinking.

Short story is that we did finally get together, back at my own apartment watching Bleach actually and I did lose my virginity. This may not seem like much, but in hindsight I should have seen that going from zero to "hero" overnight for someone with no experience could only end in failure.

But it did go great for the first two or three months. I'd finally accomplished what I had always wanted since high school and the relationship seemed to be OK. Somehow, with success came rules - first from her, then from me. I suppose we both wanted to protect what it was we imagined was there. It likely marked the beginning of the end.

Back to the topic though, where I live the fall season gets cold. The leaves were falling. We were both out on her balcony on some porch furniture under a nice blanket, comfy as hell and cuddling. At this point we might have both known it wasn't going to work. I remember thinking that I didn't want this moment to end. But what she said to me was just that. Probably the happiest I've ever been in my life, lains.

It never did work out. She moved on for reasons I still don't understand. But for that moment in time, under the blanket, I felt fulfilled. I look at it now and I can't get angry. It wasn't my time. I haven't met anyone else in the nine years since.

I no longer drink Miller Lite.

>>646
One day, lain.


I like to think we all have stolen moments. Moments that we live and are so special to us and us alone that we relive them until they become surreal. I so far have two: Brushing a tear off of a sad girl and kissing her for the first time, and the utter, crushing sense of loss and loneliness as I sat alone in a bus seat on a cold night, thinking about her.

Here's hoping we'll both get more happy stolen moments to relive for eternity.