TN2 Crushes With the slow deaths of both Trinder and Trindr (RIP), we at TN2 reckoned you sad, sad souls need somewhere to detail your love, yearning, heartbreak, and strange fetishes (TN2 does not endorse “touching toes in the ussher”). If your confession isn't here, sorry. It clearly wasn't embarrassing enough. Try harder next time x
What sweet things must remain unsaid? or which should I not care to know? My love is mean. As am I, which is the only reason for loving you like this. I will not feel guilt for loving you: your coldness, the way you abuse my conscience, the way you mock me with your beauty. I am your fool.
it’s a stupid cliché, but when i met you i believed i wasn’t the sort of creature who would find love. you keep proving me wrong. my angel, my sunshine, mo chroí.
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It’s over. The right person at the wrong time. I love him, but he is not mine and I am not his anymore. I love you S.
you are the best dream - BNJ
Dear Chair of Litsoc, This mightn’t be two notebooks but I still think you’re really hot. Love, Anon.
I had it all figured out. You, me, together on the beach reading Tolstoy and Dumas. My dreams, my love for you, reflected in those hazel eyes. Imbibed on your gaze. Our chemistry was dazzling, irresistible - an unstoppable force in a world of unmoving conversation. And thus, I ought not to have slept with your best friend. Twice.