I’m Arnel, from the Philippines. I was never the guy who sent money or begged for attention. My currency was different. I gave advice. Careful advice. Late-night advice. The kind you only give when you actually listen to som...
My name is Min-Jae. I’m from South Korea, and for a long time, I thought losing myself was just part of loving someone deeply. I didn’t see it as a problem. I saw it as commitment. Devotion. Proof that I wasn’t selfish. I was w...
I didn’t think I was asking for much.I just wanted to see her eyes light up. My name is Noah, and for a long time, I believed that effort was everything. If you planned enough, cared enough, paid attention enough, eventually...
The silk felt like liquid moonlight between my fingers when I bought it. It was a slip dress, the exact shade of emerald green she once said made her feel like a different person—someone bold, someone seen. I’m not a wealthy man, but ...
The wood shavings in my garage were the only witnesses to the seventy-two hours I spent hunched over a block of walnut. My hands were mapped with tiny cuts and stained dark with oil, but I didn't care. I was carving a memory. Last month, she told...
The sticky sweetness of spilled soda still clung to my shoes from last night. My apartment, usually a haven of quiet solitude, was an explosion of streamers, half-eaten cake, and the lingering scent of a hundred different perfumes. It was 3 AM, an...
The calendar on my wall has a permanent circle around June 14th. It’s a ritual now—a painful, beautiful, and silent tradition. I remember the first time I saw that look in her eyes. It was three years ago, over a lukewarm latte. She t...
My name is Ethan, and I live in Chicago. I work in an office, a normal job, nothing fancy. But there’s a girl—Lila—who made every day feel like a test I wanted to pass. From the first time I helped her fix a report she messed up...
My name is Renzo, and I’m from the Philippines. I met her online. Her name is Elena, and she lives halfway across the world. At first, it was just chatting. Friendly messages, shared jokes, late-night calls. I told myself it was normal. But...
My name is Hiroshi. I’m from Japan, and I’ve been chasing the same girl for years. Her name is Aya, and from the very first time we met, I knew I wanted to be the one she could always depend on. I didn’t start out thinking I was...
Hi, my name is Leo, and I don’t know who else to talk to about this. I’ve been a simp for… I don’t even know how long. Years, probably. And it’s destroying me, quietly, slowly, in ways I didn’t even notice unti...
I need to say this without pretending I don’t know what I’m talking about. There’s a guy in my life—was, maybe—who kept loving me even after I told him not to. Not in a dramatic, movie way. In a quiet...
I didn’t call myself a simp.Other people did. Quietly. Sometimes jokingly. Sometimes not. I told myself I was just loyal. My name is Caleb. I’m a regular guy with a regular job and a phone that never stopped lighting up—mostly ...
My name is Rami, and this is the story I’m ashamed to tell —the story of how I became a simp in Dubai without even realizing it. You’d think a city like Dubai — full of skyscrapers, supercars, and people chasing success &m...
His name is Ethan Clarke, born and raised in Calgary, Alberta. A quiet guy.A good guy.The type who says “sorry” even when it’s not his fault — so yeah, basically peak Canadian energy. Ethan wasn’t the flashy type.He...
