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Write A Letter To Your Lover, SO or Crush Vol. IV!

ive never been more impressed by you than i was tonight. the mutual understanding we've come to is entirely characteristic of our relationship as a whole.

you said something i felt was assertive but thoughtful, honest but caring. you were realizing your own importance and asserting your own needs for once. it makes me happy. it's what youve struggled with for so long. i can be so moody and direct, you can be so absorbing and self damning. we were getting aggravated too easily, finding no middle ground and washing our hands of the mess thinking it'll sort itself out in time. we cannot hate each other. it hurts too much for both of us and recently we've gotten close enough to see that that isnt, and will not be, us. the conversation itself was so highly mutual and weirdly uplifting that the only sadness i felt was for the end of something. i hate endings.

maybe we were too young and rushed things too fast, maybe you were meant to be my bff jill, either way you bring a richness to my life that i would like to keep in a form that is best for both of us. the arguments we've accumulated over this past year seem baffling when comparing to the first blissful two. nonconstructive and circulatory arguments that cheapen the reality and sweetness of what we have together. it's neither one's fault and im awed at the honesty we have in ourselves about it, the sensitivity we have for each other, and the will to do what's right for right now.

youre a source of comfort that will be sorely missed but, as you said, our friendship will be strong. nothing has to be dramatic in change, as we're both prone to fearing that sort of thing. the same will be granted in return without force or feeling obligated. hopefully we'll ease each other into a close friendship with time, maybe some separation would be necessary to establish ourselves regularly without the other (not that we havent been doing that already). it feels genuine and selfless because i know we really do love each other but in dealing with our own patterns of change, insecurities, and unknown immaturity we're not able to meet the other's needs the way they should be met in a relationship.

i congratulate us in many respects
it gives me hope for a copious amount of good happenings
largely of the self improving variety
good form is good, sir.
 
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Dear A,

It's taken months of isolation from you for the duststorm in my head to finally settle. They say you never really know how much you care for something/someone until they're gone, and "they" sure are right. I've replayed the last 2 years of our lives spent together over and over in my head. I can't help but to overanalyze (but we both know that's me) things we did, things we said, and things we didn't have to do or say to understand one another. Details that I thought I'd long forgotten now play vividly in my head. The first day we met, our first kiss, our "first time", the first time you said "I love you", our first time sleeping together, our first shower, and the first time we introduced each other to our friends and family. These are all things that I took for granted...things I wish I would've enjoyed while in that moment instead of just trying to rush into the next one. I've spent the last 22 years of my life rushing to one thing or another. Rushing to get to my first day of school, rushing to hit puberty so I could have a pair of boobs :), rushing into smoking and drinking, rushing to get out of high school, and now here I was rushing my relationship into the future that I had already planned out. I planned out everything...our schools, our jobs, our house, our wedding, and even our unborn children. All this planning and never seeing what I already had right in front of me. Thinking about it, I do this because I thought if I planned out everything, it would be possible for me to create the perfect life that I thought I never had. This has probably been the hardest realization for me to come to terms with. I was in such a hurry to grow up and caring about what everything should look like, that I completely ignored all the good that I already had right in front of me. I was with this amazing, supportive, and care-free boy who was growing into a handsome, intelligent, and good-hearted man right before my eyes. The only thing I had never planned for, was the day he would walk away from me and having good reason to do so.

You would spend your days and nights telling me of all the good in the world and how lucky we truly are, just for me to blindly ignore all of it due to the few times we've ever been wronged in life. You would hold me up for the both of us, while I let myself drag along the floor. Where was my self respect? My sense of self worth? I set the standard bar at such an unrealistic level that disappointment would be the only possible outcome. I'm a 22, beautiful, intelligent, artistic, and extremely outgoing woman who on top of it all, is in love with someone who is in love with her. As far as that last sentence is concerned, I am one of the lucky ones. But actions do not come without consequences. You spent the last 2 years of your life carrying my load of stress and ignorance that I would blindly add to daily. I do not blame you for becoming tired and overworked by all of this. I do not blame you for having respect for yourself and being able to voice that you deserve better. Sometimes, it's the lessons that are the most painful to learn that end up being the most significant.

My stubbornness, made it impossible for me to look into myself and see that I'm not always right and to view others point of views as just as important, if not more than my own. My lack of respect for you and our relationship allowed for horrible and untrue things to be voiced out of anger. My ignorance ruined any sort of chance to accept a culture other than my own and develop any sort of a relationship with your family, your mom especially. I wish I would've approached her to show that my only intentions were to love, care, and accept her son for him and where he comes from. But instead, I interpreted the situation as being disliked and immediately wrote them off. I always have and always will care for your grandparents though and hope that one day I'd get the opportunity to see them again. They made me feel so welcome and the kindness that they both showed me transcended any language barrier we had. My selfishness only allowed for me to only have interest in what I said, liked, or did in my day while your selflessness went along with it. You genuinely cared about the things I would talk about, even if you didn't especially care for what it was, but because I was saying it, you paid your full attention to me. It hurts me and I'm sure hurts you that I would brush off your interests as if they didn't matter. I wish my actions had reflected how much you mean to me. You showed that you truly accepted me for me and that you would stand behind me 100% in my interests and dreams. I want you to know that I feel the same for you. If given another chance, I'd love to be there so you could tell me all about your games, and tell me about your classes, even your math one! Because it's what you're passionate about and to see your eyes light up when you talk about something you like, makes it all worth it.

I want to apologize for rushing you into "growing up".You are honestly, so perfect to me the way that you are and it's ok to go at your own pace in your own way. That's what life is about, you've had it right all along. I hope one day you can forgive me. I hope even more for you forgiving and wanting to take a risk with me again. You've opened my eyes wide, and at 22, I'm happy it was now and not later. I know that I can't take back my actions, words, or the bad memories, but if given the chance, I'd love to make new & happier ones with you. If you've moved on with someone else, then you have my blessing. You deserve someone just as amazing as you are, and if it's not me, I'd be just as happy knowing that you found someone who is. I love you A. You've changed my life for the better and I'll never forget you.

Love,
M
 
Dear X,
Fuck you bitch. Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, you narcissistic bitch. I was the best thing yo stank pussy was ever gonna get but you treated me like shit even though I know deep down you still want me and my penis. Yeah its true, you couldn't express love in any other way to me other than your jealous rages. I don't understand how you couldn't love me, but express this jealousy towards having me as your admirer. You didn't love anybody but yourself. But then again that's what every asshole on the internet says..."it's important to love yourself" so you got that shit down and congrats you blowbag asshole jerk bitch! I still want you though because my lovelife remains pathetic. You'll be back you came back once, and I'm dumb enough to do it again. If you ever grow up bitch you can have me again for real maybe this time.
Love always,
MFR
 
It's probably just the amalgamation of the lack of meaningful relationships of any nature in the past few years, coupled with you being really nice, and your smile and your eyes and your thighs and your body and the energy you give off-
I don't even know you. I can't express myself to you, and you wouldn't understand. I've got nothing to express.
But boy do I want to worship you. I want to contour your curves, and kiss you everywhere. I want to lick you up and down.
I want to pleasure you. I want to give myself to you, for just one moment.
But if I'm honest, I'm lonely, you're kind and bubbly, and beautiful.
I'm glad you've got a man that makes you happy. I'm glad you're fulfilled. I'm glad you're content, and bubbly. I'm glad you've got desires, and a passion. I'm glad you've got your shit sorted.
I'm glad you posses everything I don't.
 
ive never been more impressed by you than i was tonight. the mutual understanding we've come to is entirely characteristic of our relationship as a whole.

you said something i felt was assertive but thoughtful, honest but caring. you were realizing your own importance and asserting your own needs for once. it makes me happy. it's what youve struggled with for so long. i can be so moody and direct, you can be so absorbing and self damning. we were getting aggravated too easily, finding no middle ground and washing our hands of the mess thinking it'll sort itself out in time. we cannot hate each other. it hurts too much for both of us and recently we've gotten close enough to see that that isnt, and will not be, us. the conversation itself was so highly mutual and weirdly uplifting that the only sadness i felt was for the end of something. i hate endings.

maybe we were too young and rushed things too fast, maybe you were meant to be my bff jill, either way you bring a richness to my life that i would like to keep in a form that is best for both of us. the arguments we've accumulated over this past year seem baffling when comparing to the first blissful two. nonconstructive and circulatory arguments that cheapen the reality and sweetness of what we have together. it's neither one's fault and im awed at the honesty we have in ourselves about it, the sensitivity we have for each other, and the will to do what's right for right now.

youre a source of comfort that will be sorely missed but, as you said, our friendship will be strong. nothing has to be dramatic in change, as we're both prone to fearing that sort of thing. the same will be granted in return without force or feeling obligated. hopefully we'll ease each other into a close friendship with time, maybe some separation would be necessary to establish ourselves regularly without the other (not that we havent been doing that already). it feels genuine and selfless because i know we really do love each other but in dealing with our own patterns of change, insecurities, and unknown immaturity we're not able to meet the other's needs the way they should be met in a relationship.

i congratulate us in many respects
it gives me hope for a copious amount of good happenings
largely of the self improving variety
good form is good, sir.

Wow slushy
I can't lie, reading that gave me some srs feels
 
Ms.Gallium,

I am unable to express the amount of love I have for you as a physical quantity. That requires a magnitude which can be measured and represented as a number. I think a better approximation is the amount of complex numbers, which can ne viewed as the number of real numbers (which is uncountable infinity) multiplied by the number of imaginary numbers (also uncountably infinite) or uncountable infinity squared. But that's still not large enough to describe the magnitude of the measure of how much I love you.
 
I wrote you a little something:

My love,

I am seeing you so soon, in the flesh -
My hands will be able to find their way to your face;
To touch every peak and every hollow
To understand in quiet calm everything that makes you the wonder that you are.

I long to discover the origins of your beautiful mind;
To explore your every thought, every fear, every joy and every darkness.
Knowing that soon your voice will resonate within the caverns of my soul
As you speak to me in the tenderness of the night,
So close, so close -
Fills me with such warmth I am close to tears.
Soon, I will be able to breathe you in
And have you be embedded in the very wire of my being
For the first time - but never the last.

In your arms I will be able to confide and dream as we sail towards infinity;
And in mine I hope you find the insurmountable peace I want to give.
 
Well I've had the thought of you, and fundamental concepts related to you running through my mind, although not in terms of language.
I've just had you on my mind. I haven't, and still don't, have a genuine desire to express some sort of thoughts.
I have wanted to express something though, so I'm going to fumble around trying to find the right words to express something.
Fuck, I don't even know what I'm expressing. This is going to be very disjointed.

I want to get to know you, but I don't feel like you want me to. It's not like you're trying to hide anything, but you don't want to show anything, either.
There's so much I want to tell you, and there's so much I'm afraid of you knowing. I'm afraid of my feelings towards you. I'm afraid to bask in your beauty for too long.
Why is it like this? I don't understand.
When I'm actually with you, my mind goes blank. I want to say something, but there is nothing there.
I'm reminded of my emptiness. This lacking.

There's no chemistry. There's no real reason for me to feel this way.
This isn't even a feeling. I've manifested some sort of attachment and just this 'thing', I think subconsciously to distract me from my isolation and disconnection and dissatisfaction and all of that.

I want you to know me, but that would scare you away. Maybe I just want you to fix me.
I couldn't tell you about my life. There's nothing to say.
I just try to ask about your life, because I want to know more about you. You seem too good.
I'm only aware of parts of you, and I feel like I need to exposed to all of you in order to cure this infantile crush.

I wish I had more to say. I don't want to say anything else, I've got nothing else to say, and I don't care about it being said, or even thought.
Fuck me.
 
you want things to be okay between us, and then refuse to listen to an apology. not all mistakes are the same. if i've made too many for you to even want to listen, why don't you stop this fucking act and just tell me to fuck off? you haven't cut me off and i haven't cut you off, so why don't you make what we do have better and listen to me when i have to explain something that was a misunderstanding? we have the ability to solve problems, and if you think ignoring them and then trying to jump back into it is going to end any differently, you are lot more stupid than you think you are. a half ass attempt at reconnecting doesn't fucking cut it just because you get less emotional than i do. so stop blaming me for only thinking of myself. it's clearly not true, and everyone can see it in my life. i care about you and even though you ignore me every time an argument arises you still come back. it isn't about sex, so what it is? if it was about sex, we would have been fucking a long time ago. just stop fucking coming back, because i'm not willing to cut you out of my life as if you are replacable. that doesn't even have anything to do with relationships. that could be just as a friend, people in each others lives. it's not okay, so either change it or fucking erase me from your life. your importance in ones life does not give you the right to keep hurting them. i am trying to FIX problems that arise. STOP acting like it doesn't matter or FUCK OFF ENTIRELY.
 
Dear B,

What a pleasant surprise you have turned out to be. I told myself that I would do things differently this time and wow, have I ever. I like that you are a gentleman who wants to treat me well. I like the things you say to me because you are sweet and demonstrative without being smarmy or cheesy. I'm looking forward to getting to know you better, and especially to Friday. Also, best first date EVER last night. Thank you for being a gentleman and not trying to sleep with me, I was a bit heated after all those kisses too. ;) Friday is going to be great, I hope you like my costume. ;) If it keeps moving in this direction, yes, I could see us playing a very significant role in each others' lives for the better. We've had our fair share of drama with our exes and with you, I don't foresee any. You know how to have fun without being a jackass. You make me feel like the sweeter, more nurturing, feminine, reflective qualities can freely emerge without fear of disapproval, rejection, embarrassment, or reprisal. I can be completely uncensored and honest about the parts of my life that I'm working on putting aside... and you appreciate that.

You are also a man of integrity in that you did not date before your divorce was final. She really is out of her goddamned mind if she left you for the thing she's marrying next month. You did everything you could.

In short, if the first date really does say a lot about the future of a relationship, I look forward to developing one with you. You told your best friend and your secretary about me, I told my housie and my dad. We might have what in your case is a second chance and in my case is an amazing new endeavor like nothing I have ever had before. You will give me the structure and emotional support I need without ever being a crutch. I will give you the vibrancy and love of life that I forgot I had for way too long in the haze of booze and pills.

Yeah. It's fucking weird for me too. I could get used to kisses rather than tears in the rain on these cold nights.

Yours blushingly,

Mariposa

P.S. Please don't turn out to be a jackass, OK? I won't if you won't.
 
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