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Why Most Men Aren’t as Romantic as Women (And Why We’re Not Even Surprised Anymore)

  Let’s be real. If you asked your boyfriend/husband the date of your anniversary, there’s a 73% chance he’d blink twice, panic internally, and say, “Uh… wasn’t it last month?” Meanwhile, you remember the exact time, weather, and what song was playing when you first held hands. So why are men like this? Men Show Love Like They’re Building IKEA Furniture Men are doers. They’ll fix your flat tire, carry all 16 grocery bags at once, and install shelves in your closet—but will they plan a surprise dinner for your 6-month dating anniversary? Probably not. In their minds, acts of service = romance. Meanwhile, we’re out here writing poetry in our Notes app. They Didn’t Grow Up Watching Rom-Coms Like We Did While we were swooning over Noah building Allie a whole house in The Notebook, they were watching action movies where “romance” meant not letting the girl fall off the cliff. We were taught to daydream about candlelit dinners. They were taught to grunt and high-five. Dates? What Dates? ...

Oh, She's Just a Friend": When Men Keep Quiet About Their Female Friendships

  Let me tell you a little story. It starts like many modern-day love stories do—texting late into the night, spontaneous brunches, inside jokes only the two of us understood. I was dating someone I genuinely liked. He was charming, thoughtful, and seemed emotionally available—emphasis on seemed. But slowly, things started to feel…off. Not in a dramatic, soap-opera kind of way. More like a whisper in the background I couldn’t quite make out. He’d disappear for an evening and casually mention the next day, “Oh, I caught up with an old friend.” Harmless, right? Except he never said who. And when I did ask, it was always the same: “She’s just a friend.” At first, I didn’t think much of it. I believe in platonic friendships. I have guy friends too. But here’s where it got strange: he hung out with her often. And not once did he voluntarily mention her. No photos. No tags. Not even a funny story that included her name. And yet, somehow, they kept "catching up." Why the secrecy? I ...

When He Was Still Talking to His Exes (And I Had No Idea)

I used to believe that when someone chooses you, they really choose you. Fully, completely, wholeheartedly. I thought that love meant exclusivity—not just in body, but in heart, mind, and conversation. But I learned the hard way that some people hold on to their past even while promising you a future. I was in a relationship that, on the outside, looked perfect. The kind of relationship where the Facebook posts were cute, the dates were romantic, and the "I love yous" were said regularly. But something always felt… off. You know that gut feeling you try to silence because you don’t want to seem insecure? Yeah. That one. He told me he was “just friends” with his exes. “We have history, that’s all,” he said. “Nothing to worry about.” And like someone trying to be the cool, mature girlfriend, I nodded and pretended it didn’t bother me. But deep down, it did. Because I wasn’t just worried about their history—I was worried about our honesty. It wasn’t until I accidentally saw a me...

I Thought It Was Love—Until It Wasn't

I used to think his jealousy meant he cared. In the beginning, it felt flattering—how he always wanted to be around me, how he got protective when other guys looked my way, how he said he just “loved me too much.” He’d text constantly, get upset if I didn’t reply fast enough, and ask who I was with like it was just out of concern. It didn’t feel toxic at first. It felt intense. But then the compliments turned into criticisms. “You’re really wearing that?” “Why do you have to post so much?” “Why are you always talking to them?” He started making me feel guilty for things that used to make me happy—spending time with friends, dressing up, being noticed, being me. If I laughed at someone else’s joke, he’d get quiet. If I didn’t answer fast enough, I’d get accused of “entertaining someone else.” He needed to be the center of everything. At first, I called it passion. I thought I could love him enough to calm his fears. But no amount of love could ever fill the void inside someone who only ...

Even in Our Fights, He Chose Respect

  Relationships aren’t just about the good days—the smiles, the jokes, the moments when everything feels effortless. They’re also about the messy days. The misunderstandings. The silences. The tension in the car when no one knows what to say next. We had one of those days not long ago. We were on the road, and a disagreement turned into a full-blown fight. Voices were raised. Then came the silence. The kind of silence that fills the whole car and makes every song on the radio feel too loud. I stared out the window, trying to calm my thoughts. He gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, focused on the road ahead. We didn’t speak for miles. But then something happened—something small that said more than words ever could. We pulled into a servo. He got out of the car without saying much. I stayed inside, still processing everything. A few minutes later, he returned, gently placed a coffee in the cupholder beside me, and asked, “Do you want anything?” I blinked. That simple gesture...

A Letter To My Favourite Person

 My Love, I’ve been reflecting a lot lately on how truly lucky I am to have you in my life. Your love, your care, your unwavering support — it all means more than words can express. And the more time we spend together, the more I realise that love isn’t always about saying the right thing; sometimes, it’s about showing up in quiet, consistent ways. That’s something you do so naturally, and I want you to know how deeply I appreciate it. From fixing things around my house, checking on my car, tending to my roses so tenderly, to simply making sure I’m okay — even on your busiest days — your love shows in everything you do. Those thoughtful gestures may seem small, but to me, they’re everything. I see them, I feel them, and I treasure them more than I can say. I also want to say something from my heart: I’m sorry if at times I’ve been too emotional or pressured you without meaning to. I know I can be a lot sometimes — caught up in my feelings, wanting reassurance through words — but I’...

How To Keep A Relationship (From Someone Who's Still Figuring It Out)

  I used to think love would be easy if it was “meant to be.” That if we argued too much, or if things got hard, it meant we weren’t right for each other. But the truth is, love isn’t about ease. It’s about effort. And I learned that the hard way. This isn’t a guide written from perfection—this is what I’ve learned from trying, failing, and fighting for something real. 1. Love Without Communication Is Just Guesswork I didn’t know how to express what I felt without shutting down. I used silence like a shield. But silence builds walls. And in a relationship, that wall becomes the thing that keeps you from each other. I had to learn that vulnerability isn’t weakness—it’s connection. Saying, “I’m hurt,” or “I need you right now” took practice, but it made all the difference. 2. The Spark Changes—but That Doesn’t Mean It’s Gone There was a moment I sat across from them and thought, “Where did the butterflies go?” What I didn’t realize then was that love matures. It shifts from wild fire...