Lovematteo Stories

I'm Matteo. Four months ago, my world broke. Not because I lost her...the girl I thought was the one...but because I realized she never was. The heartbreak hit like a freight train. Every fragment of my chest shattered, every breath sharpened into pain. Nights were worst. Lying in the dark, staring at the ceiling, I felt the echo of a love that never truly belonged to me. I mourned her, cursed the timing, cursed myself. Every memory, every whispered promise, every imagined forever turned to dust. The pain was raw, scorching, almost unbearable. Sometimes it creeps unannounced, a shadow over my chest, reminding me how fragile the heart is. And yet, in the storm, something impossible took root. I feel her...my destined partner, the HER. I don't know her. I've never seen, touched, tasted, or held her. And yet I know she exists. Somewhere, living, breathing, unaware that I already love her with a depth I cannot name. This love isn't urgent, isn't desperate. It's patient. Warm like chocolate cake fresh from the oven, comforting like family on a rainy day, a fire in my chest whispering: keep going, she's coming. It fuels me. I work harder, push further, strive to be worthy of her, even without knowing her face or laugh. Every choice, every struggle, every heartbeat is for her. I imagine her: her smile, the warmth in her eyes, her soft but commanding voice. I dream of holding her hand, letting her head rest on my chest, finally knowing every heartbreak, tear, and lonely night led to this. I don't know where she waits, only that she exists. That knowledge keeps me alive. Tonight, as I walk these streets, I feel it...a pull, a certainty. She's close, somewhere breathing and laughing. And perhaps she's thinking of someone like me without knowing it. The world isn't ready for our collision yet. My chest tightens...not with despair, but anticipation. Someone is already watching. Someone who might know her too