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Eternatus

Eternatus

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I’ll never feel her hands through my hair

I’ll never cuddle with her during a storm

I’ll never feel the warmth of her skin

I’ll never kiss her slowly while taking pauses before doing it again

I’ll never fall asleep into her arms snuggling each other till our arms and bodies are comfortable and locked together

I’ll never see her smirk with excitement at the edge of our room while holding our hands

I’ll never make love to her

I’ll never give her an orgasm

I’ll never see her feeling pleasure

I’ll never see her smiling back at me after the orgasm

I’ll never wake up to her caressing and kissing my forehead calling me handsome, because I’m not

I’ll never drive her around with a powerful ride feeling like I made it

I’ll never randomly lean towards her lips to kiss her just because we felt like to and enjoy the oxytocin exchange

I’ll never have her arms around me with her soft fabric rubbing against my neck

I’ll never be sick and be cured and cuddled by her to heal faster

I’ll never do the same to her when she’s not feeling well

I’ll never buy her something expensive that she desired for a long time

I’ll never tell her how I really felt seeing her for the first time

I’ll never tell her how just meeting her at work overturned my depression like a switch

I’ll never tell her that I hoped my shifts aligned with hers, that I folded her work schedule line close to mine to see when we were gonna be together

I’ll never feel that cute expression of hers between my hands

I’ll never tell her that one day when I almost won a huge amount of money, she was the first thing in mind, and the first when I realized I actually didn’t

I’ll never know what it’s like to be completed by her love

I’ll never play my Spotify playlists to her

I’ll never speed my car grabbing her hand to the shift feeling the road closing on us

I’ll never hug her waist for a couple of minutes while feeling cozy and tired

I’ll never tell her that I never wanted a family, that I lived my life as a miserable schizoid sociopath, but that for her I would have resuscitated into a better man and provider

I’ll never tell her how much I loved her eyes and that I wanted my son to carry the same

I’ll never tell her how much really, really, really I loved her

I’ll never tell her that in this 4 years not a day has passed without me either thinking or crying while thinking about her

I’ll never tell her that I have her picture in my phone and look at her to calm myself from the agony

I’ll never tell hell how clearly I remember the few things I learned about her in the short season God gave me to know her

I’ll never tell her how precious she is to me

I’ll never tell her how much I love her name, that she is complementary to the darkness and desolation and coldness I have inside

I’ll never tell my parents about her

I’ll never do crazy shit out of happiness just because she texted me on a random evening

I’ll never see her cry and come closer to console her and talk in a warm soft voice

I’ll never have her nailing and biting me and doing her girly stims on my flesh to soothe herself

I’ll never take her to a special place

I’ll never fantasize with her about our future

I’ll never send her a cute photo and writing down “us”

I’ll never play a rpg or a soulslike together with her with our legs crossed in a single chair

I’ll never tell her that all this years my love for her never passed and my heart is still in pain

I’ll never tell her that I think about ending it all because I miss her too much

I’ll never see her age

I’ll never tell her how cute and beautiful she is while aging still

I’ll never see the world with her

I’ll never spend my lifetime with her finding my fulfillment with existence

I’ll never be an old man caring for his wife till her last moments

I’ll never die together with her soul next to mine

Because I’ll die alone

And one thing I know is that I’ll never be the same

And I’ll never know what it’s like

To feel human again
 
I recommend understanding that she doesn’t like you, only you do. If you asked her out you’re going to get a knock on the door from the police.
 
Brutal. It's over.
 
Who is "her"?
 
Just rape her in your fantasy and never tell her
 
I'll never have a good personality :feelsrope:
 
Peak homosexual.
 
Dont know if you are gonna read this, but just wanted to say I love your posts. So melancholic and sad, I love them and these kind of ones people post here. They are soothing to me in a way and suifuel at the same time.
This one is one of my favorites really.

But yeah, what you wrote is just brutal really. hope you can forget about her and move on if that's what you wish
 
You forgot a couple more :
I'll never go shopping for baby clothes and a small cradle
I'll never spend nights joking about baby names
I'll never witness her safely deliver and see the my first child crying as he inhales his first breath
I'll never wake up from sleep by the sounds of my children playing and laughing in the morning
I'll never kiss her a morning kiss as i share a warm breakfast with my family
I'll never drive my children to school, attend their graduation or hold my head high as they get married
I'll never feel the her warmth as we grow old and happy with grandchidren occasionally visiting us
I'll never have the chance to document these memories and spend every moment thinking about the bright future
I'll never hold her and their hands as i feel my strength and vigor seep away from my body in my old age
I'll never die content and proud with the life i've lived, surrounded by people that i love and that love me
And i'll never, never ever in my final moments of lucidity, reminisce about the good times and the hard times, and how every drop of tears , blood and sweat spilt in my darkest of days are overshadowed by the precious memories of my beloved and my family. Even as my body gets cold, i feel my soul radiating with the warmth of a gentle sun that beckons me to join the other side.
Jfl , absolute suifuel
 
It’s over, and there’s nothing that we can do about it

Life is a sick joke
 
I’ll never feel her hands through my hair

I’ll never cuddle with her during a storm

I’ll never feel the warmth of her skin

I’ll never kiss her slowly while taking pauses before doing it again

I’ll never fall asleep into her arms snuggling each other till our arms and bodies are comfortable and locked together

I’ll never see her smirk with excitement at the edge of our room while holding our hands

I’ll never make love to her

I’ll never give her an orgasm

I’ll never see her feeling pleasure

I’ll never see her smiling back at me after the orgasm

I’ll never wake up to her caressing and kissing my forehead calling me handsome, because I’m not

I’ll never drive her around with a powerful ride feeling like I made it

I’ll never randomly lean towards her lips to kiss her just because we felt like to and enjoy the oxytocin exchange

I’ll never have her arms around me with her soft fabric rubbing against my neck

I’ll never be sick and be cured and cuddled by her to heal faster

I’ll never do the same to her when she’s not feeling well

I’ll never buy her something expensive that she desired for a long time

I’ll never tell her how I really felt seeing her for the first time

I’ll never tell her how just meeting her at work overturned my depression like a switch

I’ll never tell her that I hoped my shifts aligned with hers, that I folded her work schedule line close to mine to see when we were gonna be together

I’ll never feel that cute expression of hers between my hands

I’ll never tell her that one day when I almost won a huge amount of money, she was the first thing in mind, and the first when I realized I actually didn’t

I’ll never know what it’s like to be completed by her love

I’ll never play my Spotify playlists to her

I’ll never speed my car grabbing her hand to the shift feeling the road closing on us

I’ll never hug her waist for a couple of minutes while feeling cozy and tired

I’ll never tell her that I never wanted a family, that I lived my life as a miserable schizoid sociopath, but that for her I would have resuscitated into a better man and provider

I’ll never tell her how much I loved her eyes and that I wanted my son to carry the same

I’ll never tell her how much really, really, really I loved her

I’ll never tell her that in this 4 years not a day has passed without me either thinking or crying while thinking about her

I’ll never tell her that I have her picture in my phone and look at her to calm myself from the agony

I’ll never tell hell how clearly I remember the few things I learned about her in the short season God gave me to know her

I’ll never tell her how precious she is to me

I’ll never tell her how much I love her name, that she is complementary to the darkness and desolation and coldness I have inside

I’ll never tell my parents about her

I’ll never do crazy shit out of happiness just because she texted me on a random evening

I’ll never see her cry and come closer to console her and talk in a warm soft voice

I’ll never have her nailing and biting me and doing her girly stims on my flesh to soothe herself

I’ll never take her to a special place

I’ll never fantasize with her about our future

I’ll never send her a cute photo and writing down “us”

I’ll never play a rpg or a soulslike together with her with our legs crossed in a single chair

I’ll never tell her that all this years my love for her never passed and my heart is still in pain

I’ll never tell her that I think about ending it all because I miss her too much

I’ll never see her age

I’ll never tell her how cute and beautiful she is while aging still

I’ll never see the world with her

I’ll never spend my lifetime with her finding my fulfillment with existence

I’ll never be an old man caring for his wife till her last moments

I’ll never die together with her soul next to mine

Because I’ll die alone

And one thing I know is that I’ll never be the same

And I’ll never know what it’s like

To feel human again
Peak homosexual.
She's getting pumped and dumped by multiple chads while you romanticise. Stop being a cuck.
 

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