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ha ive had plently some strange ones to say that, young and naive is all i can say

could easily throw the word love around not till now do i have some idea of what love actually is still not sure
Reply 2
Too bitter to tell any tbh, suffice to say: I hate her now after a 4 year on and off relationship. The end of the story is: she got back with her ex. **** her...*sigh* if only I felt this way when I was sober.

The alcohol is for the pain...
Reply 3
I loved him, he took me to the cinema a couple of times and then kissed one of my friends. Hardly a fair swap.
Reply 4
No offence, but did you actually love him, or was it a massive crush?

I'm sorry either way, It sucks to be hurt
Her and her parents were Hindu!
Painful yet beautiful. Ah.
Reply 7
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god this thread is uplifting

;p
A long, long story, with many twists and turns, but the crux of the matter is we never wanted each other at the same time, and by the time we did it was too late...

But who knows what the future will bring, ay?
Reply 10
Droid meets droid. Droid becomes chameleon. Droid loses chameleon, chameleon turns into blob, droid gets blob back again, blob meets blob, blob goes off with blob, and droid loses blob, chameleon and droid.

Ahhh, to reminisce.
Reply 11
Maybe not love, but it lasted longer than any crush I've ever had...

Now she's (as we speak, in the next room) banging my flatmate!
Reply 12
Going through it right now. I want him - so I don't know about calling it 'love' - he's 'busy' all the time. Whether that's busy with college, busy with another girl, busy with his friends, I don't know. I'd drop everything to see him right now. It hurts.
Reply 13
I've been in love with my best friend for about five years... well, he wasn't my best friend at first, he was just someone I'd say hello to in the corridor & have the occasional conversation with. I started to like him in year eight & it just grew really. In year ten/eleven we started getting closer & he eventually nagged my feelings out of me. He knew I liked him, but read a MySpace quiz where I'd answered a question about being in love or something & spent an entire DT lesson pestering me to tell him who it was [He's got this annoying way of being able to get anything out of me, & I'm bloody stubborn!]. We've got even closer since then, I someimes wish I didn't have these feelings but if I didn't then our friendship might not be so strong... he's been with another of my best friends for 13 months & I've been with my boyfriend for nearly five months but it still hurts to see them together... I don't know if I'll ever get over him or be able to love anyone the same way, but at least I still have an amazing friend in him, if nothing else. So it's not all bad. :smile:
Reply 14
pwofessow
The alcohol is for the pain...

Agree with that!

Dr.Unk
Four words: initially, she wasn't gay...

Thats gotta hurt.

Mr. Orange has bought some Cillit Bang
Her and her parents were Hindu!

Try again in a couple years, they might come around:smile:.
Reply 15
Dr. Unk
Four words: initially, she wasn't gay...


Hahaha I know the feeling.
I've earned myself the nickname 'The Gay Maker'.
:redface:
Reply 16
Dr. Unk
Four words: initially, she wasn't gay...


Was she me? Lol

If it makes you feel any better, she probably still likes you as a person.
Ahh, I met her at a sort of science club, we talked about. It was painfully slow, I got her e-mail, sent her a few, asked her out to the cinema and all that. After everything being painfully awkward through a really long film (I had barely heard of the word flirting). The e-mail I sent after that was along the lines of "OMG i rly like u". A shortened version of the reply: "No thanks". After that I tried various things, never really doing much. She didn't leave my thoughts though.

It's been years but a few nights ago a lot of it came flooding back and I felt awful. That's just the way.
Reply 18
I wouldn't know about that, I always get who I want. :wink:

Just kidding, erm, some guy from Wales, most of the appeal was in winning him over - never quite got there.

*Sob*
I loved her through last year. She was incredibly beautiful and became I closer to her more quickly than I have with any other person. After a couple of weeks it got to the point that when we'd go out with friends it would be as though we were the only people in the world. I loved her so much and I always knew she didn't love me (although I hoped that she'd realize it one day). She broke my heart every week and then made me fall back in love with her. I can't count the number of times I walked trembling through the dark streets, feeling like something inside of me was about to explode out of me from every nerve in my body; wanting to howl at the moon; telling myself that whatever doesn't kill me can only make me stronger, but that I'd rather have her than be strong. I told myself that I hated her and that I wanted to kill her, but I always knew that if she asked me to throw myself from the window I'd do it and love doing it more than anything else. I wanted to become great so I had something to renounce when I made myself her slave. I tried to stop loving her, but even then I knew I didn't want to. Every time her hand reached out for me I'd forgive her for everything, knowing that it would cause me unbearable pain. There are an infinite number of excruciating images. Me and her best friend on a mattress on the floor, the quiet moan as she mounts my best friend on the bed, wondering if her friend can tell from my touch that I'm dying inside.