I Asked 4 Guys To Describe The Lover They'll Never Forget, And I'm Still Sobbing

I Asked 4 Guys To Describe The Lover They'll Never Forget, And I'm Still Sobbing

"I know we're not meant to be together, but I just don't think we're meant to be kept apart either."


Ever since I fell in love with Joseph Gordon Levitt's character from "500 Days of Summer," combined with my ever growing obsession in the intensity and infidelity of Johnny Cash's love life, I have decided that guys are the ones who tell the hea stories better. They don't pull any punches. Their statements are raw, genuine and honest. They're typically awful with their words, but I swear, ask them about their own recollection on someone from their past who made an impact on them, and you'll be moved to tears. I was. Especially that one of the responses were from an ex of mine, who I now see has a completely different outlook on the situation that we both went through. Together.

Isn't that crazy?

If this article does anything for you, I hope it is to give yourself permission to be happy about people in your past. Things aren't always remembered the same way as time passes. However you and another person felt in the exact moment things went bad, may not necessarily be true anymore. Actually, I can almost promise you that it isn't.

Let the guys talk. They really have something to say.

Here are four guys on their biggest heartbreak:

A stormy affair

"Well, she and I met through my current girlfriend. It was a short-lived affair I guess you could say. Had great sex and deep conversations. She still touches a part of my being that I can't seem to even name. For that, I could definitely admit a slight addiction to her. I'll probably marry my current girlfriend, and I'll do that happily. But I can tell you every time there's bad weather, I think about her because of how much she loved storms. Both in the weather and our relationship. I miss getting caught in them. I think I always will. Make sense?" - anonymous

The screenshots to prove it

"I have so many screenshots of a song on Spotify that I take right when I hear something that reminds me of her. Usually, a random text like that between us was actually not all that random at all. But, it's been three years since we've seen or spoken to each other. I shouldn't still think of her. I know that. But I am so careful that I don't accidentally delete the screenshots. Why?" - anonymous

What's meant to be will be

"The one thing I learned from that relationship was that time is no factor in emotions. I swear we spent four solid months together but I still tear up when I see a video of us and I check the license plates that pass me when I see her car. I know we're not meant to be together, but I just don't think we're meant to be kept apart either. She still touches parts of me that I don't even have a name for. What does that mean, Chey?!" - anonymous

F*cked up, but ours

"She was an absolute maniac but I lived for it. She kept me on my toes. I always felt high on the way she could make me feel so damn secure and loved... and then the next day her 'good morning' text reading the simplest of sentences that could somehow destroy your insides and you feel like you've lost her. It was awful, some of the time. But I loved the continued uncertainty of the relationship. It was frightening, it was passionate, it was so f*cked up, but it was ours, and I'm truly jealous of whoever is in that position with her right now." - anonymous

It is so important to give the people their credit for the way they affected you. There are not two people in this world who meet by accident. Find your reason for meeting. Acknowledge it. Explore it. Remember it.

And let's give these guys credit!

"Please, remember this: There was a love and it was ours. It was ours." - Sue Zhao

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To My Best Friend Dealing With A Broken Heart, We'll Get Through This Together

I can't actually fill that void.


To my best friend dealing with a broken heart,

It won't last forever.

Your heart, scratch that—you—will heal. You're already strong, but you'll become tougher. You're already smart, but you'll become wiser. You're already sexy, but you'll become even more irresistible.

And I'll be here the entire time. I can't wait to see who you become.

It won't be easy. I'm not going to sugar coat it and say that you'll be smiling and confidently strutting the streets by tomorrow. You have everything you need, but if your heart needs some time, take it. There's no rulebook. Honestly, I don't know how I got out of my rut, but I did and now I'm here. I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, I cried on end, but my support group–you–helped me through it one day at a time. Don't stress about what other people think—even me, forget my thoughts! Focus on you. What does your body need? What does your soul need?

I'm sorry. I wish I could take away this pain.

There's nothing that can compare to this feeling and I know I can't actually fill that void—no one can, other than you.

You never think it'll happen to you.

You had the future planned out. You shared your deepest darkest secrets. You both shared, I love you's and genuinely meant it. Of course, there were happy times. It was all real. I won't bash your ex unless you need me to (personally, I cringe anytime someone speaks badly of my ex... at the end of the day, I loved that man) but, just know, you did everything you could.

It wasn't meant to be and, one day, you will find your happily ever after. That love will be greater than anything you can ever imagine.

I'm not going to sit here and let you mope. The memories will never fade, but at this moment, forget about the past and the future, only the now. If you are angry, punch a wall, but steer away from feeling regret. Nothing in life is worth regretting over. It is all lessons-learned and adventures to remember later on.

This will pass and you will laugh about it. When I heard that for the first time, I wanted to scream, I could never laugh at the situation, but here I am now. You lost someone and that's never easy, but you've also gained so much experience.

You are gorgeous and breathtaking, you better start believing it because anyone would be so lucky to have you in their life.

Today, you start loving yourself.

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I Chose My College Because Of My Then-Boyfriend—We Broke Up, And Somehow I Have No Regrets

I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.


When you graduate high school while in a relationship, things can get a little tricky. If you're not from a college town or if you don't plan on attending the one near you, you're faced with some pretty big questions.

Is the relationship worth it? Can we do the whole "long distance" thing? How will it work?

Three years ago, I faced these questions with some uncertainty. My plan had always been to go out-of-state for college, to attend the big university of my dreams. I had applied there, and I even got accepted to enroll. It was a pretty big deal to me to achieve even a fraction of what I had dreamed of for so many years.

However, I had a boyfriend. It was a pretty serious one, since we'd been together for a couple years before I graduated high school. He was older, already in college. He came home pretty often since the college he attended wasn't horribly far from our hometown and we made it work.

When I got accepted to that far away college, things got uncomfortable. It was pretty obvious that he didn't want me to go there and wasn't a big fan of the thought of being a long distance couple. So, I compromised. I chose to apply to a college just under an hour away from our hometown, similar to what he did, so that we could continue to date. We were serious about each other, so I figured it was a sacrifice I could make for the long run. I wanted to make him happier by staying close by.

That didn't really work, though. Our personalities were painfully different, but this was only really highlighted in a negative way when I moved away. I was outgoing, involved, and loved to make friends. He was pretty much the opposite, and being older than me, he wasn't very interested in doing the things I wanted to do. He would come up to visit, but never wanted to interact with any of my friends or really do anything exciting at all besides sit in my dorm.

For the first two or so years that I was in college, we fought constantly. I didn't come home enough, I was too busy, and I was friends with people he wasn't fond of. I had a job, I was in a sorority, and I was involved in several other clubs, so my time was spread pretty thin. On the weekends, I would go out to parties totally sober for my friends but I'd get yelled at for being there at all. All of my actions were policed as if he was a father instead of a boyfriend. I was miserable.

I was afraid to talk about it publicly, but my friends knew how miserable I was and that the love had been gone for a long time. I was stuck at this university that I didn't really care about, that was too close to home for me to really feel like I had even left the nest at all.

After nearly two years of misery, I finally left that relationship. It pissed a lot of people off, especially the people back home who were friends with both of us. But they didn't know everything, just one side. That's OK, though. I really didn't care, because I was finally taking my life back.

I may have chosen to attend my university because it was closer to a boyfriend back home, but I love it even more now than when I started. I was able to become involved in campus activities and organizations without feeling guilty anymore. I was able to hang out with friends without being yelled at and tracked like a dog. I was able to enter a new relationship that was healthy, loving, and bettered my mental well-being instead of hurting it.

I've been able to fall in love with my campus all over again. It may be close to home and people I don't really care about anymore, but if I had gone out-of-state or anywhere else, I wouldn't be the person I am today. I wouldn't be in my sorority, or in my current relationship. I wouldn't be the best version of myself that I've seen to date. I wouldn't be this strong woman who finally learned her worth.

I used to regret my decision to attend the college that I do, but I don't anymore. It's my home, and no one can take that away from me. Thanks to my university, I've been given opportunities to grow as a leader, as a student, and as a person. I'm not the person I was in high school three years ago, that's for damn sure, and I couldn't be happier about that.

I don't necessarily think everything happens for a reason, but I do think that choosing the college that I did was a pivotal moment in my life. My high school relationship might not have worked out, and sure, college was a factor, but I'm glad that it didn't. My life is mine now, and so is my college experience.

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