#WLW Relationship

[bigbeanbear]

It’s still funny to me that Stephanie Beatriz is out there playing every short dark-skinned lesbian warrior wielding a staff weapon, who is in a stable long-term wlw relationship with a tall blonde bisexual magic-user in an animated adult show on Amazon Prime, using her iconic Rosa Diaz voice.

[insert two nickels meme]

[luckicharmher]

Girls who moan about everything > moaning when I kiss you. Moaning when I grab you from behind. Moaning when you get a booty rub. Moaning when you stretch. I’ll forever love the little noises you make…now come here because the sounds of you turn me on real bad 😩

[a-spes]

idea for a wanda x y/n snippet

y/n is an up and coming artist and all her music is very sapphic and very sexually explicit (think young miko lol) so all of her fans and all the media assumes that she's like this super confident player but really she's the opposite (super shy and gets flustered very easily and totally a golden retriever gf) she and wanda are newly dating and they do livestreams and stuff to promote y/n's new release and wanda constantly teases her for how soft and sweet she actually is and she gets all flustered on the livestream and all her fans go feral over how cute they are

like imagine them being on the livestream and wanda dares y/n to read her lyrics out loud to her while maintaining eye contact and she just can't cuz of the gay panic 👀 just a flustered stuttering mess

You have no idea how much I love this. It litteraly became an obsession, and I can't think about anything else 😩

I imagine everyone thinking it would be the other way around because Wanda seems to be the golden retriever of the duo, but in reality it is the opposite. Also, I feel like she would be so mean about it, and enjoy how easily you can get flustered 🫠

I really hope that you will enjoy the snippet. 1.460 words — no warnings, just wlw fluff 🙆‍♀️

The person you are on stage has nothing in common with the one you are behind the curtains. One is confident, bold, and loud, while the other is none of that. It is exactly why you choose a nickname, so you could be someone else when you are performing, someone that is free from all the labels that society has tried to stick on them.

You have never felt as free as when you are blinded by the lights, unable to see the faces of the people who are cheering for you because, when you are up there and that the world doesn't exist anymore, it is easy to pretend to be anyone you want to be. But the truth is that the glitters, and the overconfidence that you show during your concerts, are only small parts of the person you truly are, and everything disapears as soon as the lights go out.

You really like the act, and the person you are when you are performing, but it doesn't mean that the whole thing is not exhausting to keep up with. So, when you eventually get down the stage, you are relieved to eventually be able to put a hoodie to cover yourself. It is comfortable, and much more like the person you truly are — soft. That is something most of the people do not see, because you refuse to show them.

From the backstage you can still hear the thousands of people that are screaming your name, but that is not what is on your mind right now because she occupies all your thoughts. You may be smiling at the people who are calling out for you, but you are not really there. Right now, there is only voice you want to hear, one hand you want to shake, and it is hers.

You look frantically for the brunette, and there are no words to describe how relieved you are when your eyes eventually land on the woman. She is in the back of the room, leaning against the walls. She is looking at you too, and the second your gazes meet, it is like the rest of the world fade away. You are not listening to the others anymore, their voices are muffled by the sudden urge of being in her arms. You immediately push them away, excusing yourself, just so you can join the woman.

Her eyes never left her sweet girl and, when she realizes that you have eventually spotted her, a wide smile spreads on her lips. You do not need to talk for the woman to know what you want, and she opens her arms to you so you can lean in her embrace. Immediately, your face finds a place into her neck. It feels familiar, natural, as if you have belonged here your whole life. The woman feels like home, she feels safe, and the exhaustion just disappears as soon as she holds you in her arms.

"You did so great," she whispers as she kisses your head, and you can't help but smile. That is the only thing you wanted to hear tonight, the only compliment that really makes sense — you never feel as proud as when she is the one to say those sweet words.

You have known the woman for years. She was your manager, but she quickly became more than that. A friend, at first, and eventually the love of your life. It took you a lot of time to realize how you were truly feeling toward the brunette, and she has patiently waited for you to figure it. It has only been a few months since you two started dating, and even less since you broke the news on your social media, and you have never felt so happy in your life. It feels like you are living a dream, the thing you two have being precious and perfect.

—

The live was her idea. She has insisted that it could be great for your carrier, she said something about boosting your music and popularity. You are not sure you want to increase your audience — you are singer, not a celebrity — but how could you say no when the brunette was looking at you with those pleading eyes?

You are not as confident as the woman who promised that it would be fun is. You are now nervously watching your girlfriend setting up everything, low-key considering to change your mind. When you are on stage, it is easy to embody someone else, but keeping the act up without the artifices is not as easy — what if they do not like the real you? The one that is much different from the artist they love? The one that is not confident, nor bold, nor loud? The one that, on the contrary, is always hesitant?

"Do not overthink it, love," she softly says when she notices how nervous you are. "Everthing will be fine, okay? Just be yourself, they will love you, I promise," she assures, her hands cupping your cheeks to force you to look at her while she talks. You eventually nod, your nerves soothed by the way her thumb is drawing circles on your skin.

So here you are, on live, with Wanda that is sitting on your left. For the past hour, you have been talking about your future projects and answering random questions from the chat, and you have to admit that she was right —; everything is going fine. At one point, you became more comfortable, and you surprised yourself by enjoying the whole thing.

"Could we have a snippet of your next song?" you read the question out loud, and you frown, "I do not think that-"

"Why not?" she cuts you, and a glance could kill, she would probably be dead by now. The reason you've tried to dodge the question is because your next song may be one of the most explicit you have ever written, and you both know it — yet, she is still trying to get you to read some lyrics? The mere thought of reading them is enough for you to die with embarassment. "Is that because you are embarassed, hm?" she adds when you do not reply, calling you out.

"No- no, I just-," you try to defend yourself, but she knows the truth, and you are both aware that she won't fall for your lies. Maybe that is why one glance is enough for her to keep your silent.

"Then come on, tell us everything," she smiles — obviously she is smiling. You glance at the woman as she leans back on the sofa, her hands cross on her laps.

She has this expression on her face, one that screams fake innocent, one that makes you melt. The woman is everything but innocent. On the contrary, she knows exactly what she is doing to you, and she enjoys every minute of your tourments. She could have helped you to dodge the question, but instead she decided to be mean about it — bitch, you thought. "We are all waiting," she adds, and you can see how the people from the chats are going crazy, everyone getting exciting at the idea of learning more about your next song.

You reluctantly take your phone out, opening your notes but, when you read the first lines, you know that you won't be able to do it — you definitely don't remember the lyrics to be that explicit when you wrote them. All you can do is mumbling something that no one could hear you say.

"What did you say, honey? We couldn't hear you..," she says. Her head is tilted to the side, a frown of false concern on her face, but it is just an act, and the woman still has the same stupid smirk playing on her lips.

Suddenly, you realize that your head starts to be fuzzy. The thoughts and words are hard, just because of that name she called you — honey. You want her to say it again, you love it so much when she calls you by these stupid names, and she loves them to. Those words hold so much power over you, and the woman adores how easily she can bend you to her will whenever she uses them. It will never not be funny to her to witness how flustered you can get.

"You weren't as shy last night," she whispers in your ear, leaning toward you so no one could hear those words, nor try to read on her lips. Before she pulls away, she discretely nibble to your earlobe. You are so lost in your thoughts after that you barely register her laugh.

[sparklybabys-blog]

Me and who?

[stqrgirl3]

PLZ READ GUYS IT RLLY LONG I KNOW BUT ITS RLLY NICE I SWEAR ITS ABT MY CRUSH PPELASE <3333 and give advice bbgs please <3

OKAY SO SO WE HAVE A SCHOOL FEST COMING UP AND MY CRUSH AND I WERE DOING STUFF IN THE DECOR TEAM LIKE MAKINF ANF PAINTING POSTERS AND ALL (it was alot of fun!!!) ADN AND THERE WERE LIKE FIVE? PEOPLE WORKING ON ONE POSTER AND MY CRUSH AND I WERE ON THAT POSTER (FICE INCLUDING US) ASJDJDF SO WE HAD TO KEEP ROTATIONG DEPENEDNING ON WHAT PART OF THE POSTER WAS THE PERSON WORKING ON AND THEN ONE TIME WHEN SHE AND I WERE TOGETHER LIKE ON THE SAME SIDE SHE HAD WHITE PAINT ON HER BRUSH AND SHE PUT SOME ON MY CHEEK AND THEN SHE WAS HOLDING MY FACE AND SHE MADE A LITTLE WHITE HEART ON MY CHEEK ASKJDKFHJ IM FUCKING SCREAMING AND THEN I MADE AN ORANGE FLOWER ON HER HAND :(( LOOK ME IN THE FUCKING EYES AND TELL ME THAT ISNT ONE OF THE GAYEST THINGS EVER WTF LIKE TELL ME SHE DOESNT FUCKING LIKE ME??????

AND THEN LATER ON ONE POSTER THAT OUR JUNIORS WERE DOING NEEDED HAND PRINTS AND SO THE TWO OF US (crush and me) WENT TO THEM FOR THE HAND PRINTING AND THEY COLORURED HER HAND BLUE AND MINE PINK AND IT WAS SO SIMILAR TO THE TV GIRL ALBUM WHO REALLY CARES AND WE BOTH WERE LIKE "OMG TV GIRL REF!!!!!" LKSJDLKJADFH AND ASNDANSDJN FUCKDKJFKK HSES SOOSOSOOS COOL I RLEALLT LIKE HER SOMUCH!!! OK AND THEN WE HIGH FIVED AFTER THE HAND PRINTING AND THEN SHE HELD MY HAND AND THEN I HAD SOME BLUE ON MY HAND AND SHE HAD SOME PINK ON HERS AND IT WAS LIKE TOTALLY TV GIRL AND SHE HELD MY HAND FOR A BIT AND I GOT UP COZ I WAS SITTING DOWN ANDSJFJK I FUCK

AND THEN LATER ON SHE WASHED HER HAND BEFORE I COULD GET A PICTURE </3 AND THEN I WAS LIKE "NOOOO YOU WASHED UR HAND??? I DINDT GET TO TAKE A PICTURE" AND SHE WAS LIIE YEAH :( AND THEN THEN I HIGH FIVED HER AGAIN AND THEN LIKE HELF HER HAND AND STUFF AND SHE GOT SOME COLOR ON HER HAND AND THEN WE GOT A PICTURE :>>

AKSJDKDFHH PLEASE SOME1 TELL ME WHAT ALL OF THIS MEANS??? BECUASE FIRST SHE SAYS SHE DOESNT WANT ANYTHING ROMANTIC AND THEN SHE DOES ROMANTIC STUFF IM LOSING MY MIND SKJFKJF

[lovelybabey]

Reunited <3

[444valora]

ANYONE ELSE BUT YOU

( !fem reader )

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“ok ok just do it already” you say between laughs, your cheeks lit up with a rosy pink. you try to fix your wispy fringe. your girlfriend bites her lips and smiles, picking up her multicolored guitar pick and starts tuning her brown guitar. she looks back up at you with a grin. her eyes full of love and awe. she lets out a sigh before she starts strumming the guitar strings. you sit on a picnic blanket next to her, your baby blue and white sundress flowing in the light breeze along with your hair.

“You're a part time lover and a full time friend

The monkey on your back is the latest trend

I don't see what anyone can see

In anyone else…..” she looks up and points at you “but youuuuuuuuuuuu” she says trying to not to laugh

she sings in her slightly raspy voice, trying to compose herself but she’s grinning from ear to ear and slightly giggling as she sings to you

“I kiss you on the brain in the shadow of the train

I kiss you all starry eyed, my body's swinging from side to side

I don't see what anyone can see

In anyone else but youuuuuuuuuuuuuuu”

“aren’t you gonna join in”

she says teasingly

“no way” you say and giggle, furrowing your brows and giving her a ‘you’re crazy’ gaze

“come onnnnnn… you’re no fun” she says and you roll eyes before clearing your throat and looking up to her

“Here is the church and here is the steeple

We sure are cute for two ugly people

I don't see what anyone can see

In anyone else buuuuuuuuuut youuuuuuuuuuu”

you guys sing together, giggling after every couple words and looking into eachothers eyes, cheeks red and a nervously dorky smile plastered on both of your faces. she strums her guitar one last time before slowly cupping your face with her hand and clashing your lips together, both of you smiling through the kiss and giggling.

[luckicharmher]

Table for two..

It’s date night & I’ve made reservations at your favorite spot. You walk swiftly around the kitchen island, wearing a fitted black dress, heels with thin straps that hug your calves.

I’m standing by the door and as you approach I grab your hips to kiss you. Making sure to kiss you softly so that I don’t smear your lipstick. You reach up & grip the back of my neck, pulling me closer to you, kissing me harder, sucking my tongue.

mm - your perfume, the way you keep moaning and biting my lip is turning me on so much.

My hands fall from your waist and grab your ass.

Oof 😩 you’re so soft, they way I just wanna take you right here.

..Still cupping your ass, I push my hand forward a little so that my fingers can feel how wet you are thru your panties from behind. My knuckles curl into your thighs as I begin to lift your dress up—only for you to grab my wrist and push my hand down. You kiss my cheek and say no more touching me tonight babe 😘.

I stand there so stuck—a lingering ache travels from my stomach to between my legs—trying so hard to suppress my arousal. I hate you when you make me wait. But, deep, deeeep down I love when you challenge me. I love when you get the confidence to take control.

We decide to take an Uber so that we both can enjoy the night. Our car meets us at the edge of the curb I reach out to open the door but you jolt in front of me bending down slightly to lift the door handle. Pressing your ass against me. Teasing me. You climb over the seats and I follow closely behind. The whole ride is silent. You sit diagonally with your back nestled between the car door and the seat. Your legs crossed and flowing into the center of the car, almost spilling on to my side. F*ck, you look so good tonight. I keep my eyes straight forward. I won’t give you the satisfaction of seeing my desire for you. I know how much that frustrates you. You want me to want you. You want me to break & beg. Every now and then I can’t help myself from gazing down at your legs as the city lights rush across them. You catch me staring down and you stroke my pant leg with the point of your heel. I exhale deeply and turn sharply to look at you. You smirk back at me, cunningly. You enjoy this.

The Uber stops in front of the restaurant. I open the door and exit first reaching back to offer my hand. I see you hesitate, wanting to grab it but you grab the head wrest to pull yourself upright instead. I smile at you and you roll your eyes walking ahead of me inside of the restaurant.

The waiter escorts us back to a dimly lit corner of the dining room. There’s a small table covered in heavy white linen with two chairs at opposite ends. Before you’re able to sit down, I move your chair adjacent to mine then motion you to sit. We browse the menu, still silent—only hearing the faint echoes of the other couples dining around us.

After a few minutes, I slam my menu down loud enough to catch your attention: so, how long is this gonna last? Me, not being able to touch you?

You smirk and answer without taking your eyes off the menu.

I don’t know, I haven’t decided yet

The waiter doubles back to grab our order & collects the menus.

You sigh (still with that menacing smile) and ask: are you having fun baby?

mhm

I make a strong effort to look you up & down with the intention of undressing you with my eyes. Lingering stares at your lips and breasts. All to make you blush for my personal enjoyment. Tension is rising…you’re staring right back at me, parting your lips the way you do when you’re ready for me to kiss you. I know you want me. You finally break eye contact with me & I can tell you’ve done it because your feelings are becoming harder to bear.

I move closer to you and slide my knee under the table between your legs. The fabric of my pants tickling your thighs. You squirm, hitting my leg trying to shove me away. What’re you doing?!?

Nothing

You scold me. You heighten your posture nervously scanning around the room trying to see if anyone is watching us. Once you’ve finished, you settle back into the chair and scoot to the edge so that my knee is pressed right against your p*ssy.

You grab the bottom of my suit jacket to steady yourself as you rock into me. Slowly. Staring into my eyes.

What’re you doing?!

N-uh Nothing

Your breath is getting shaky and you start whimpering softly making sure that I’m the only one who can hear you. You close your eyes to tune me out as you pleasure yourself on me.

I creep closer to you adding pressure with my knee

mm Y-you can’t touch me remember?

I’m not touching you

yes mm yes you are-ah

I pull my knee out from between you. You open your eyes, stuck & flustered. It’s like you’ve been pulled out of a dream. You’re trying to ponder why I stopped but desperately trying to appear unbothered.

You glance down at the table and realized that at some point we were served our food. This makes you noticeably embarrassed.

You finally pull yourself out of your head and focus on the plate of food in front of you. You reach for the fork and take a bite. I purposely drop my napkin on the floor & as I reach down to get it on the way back up I slip two fingers inside you. You drop your fork over the plate with a loud clank. Your moans barely escaping your mouth full with food. I look you in the eyes and say: this is touching you

I push deeper & whisper in your ear

..are you done?

you continue chewing, ignoring me. Grabbing the edge of the table..

I pull out & push back in. Hard

Are

You

Done?

mmmphh.. y-yes

I slowly pull my fingers out of you and my hand fully slips away from under your dress.

The waiter approaches the table to ask: how’s everything?

To which I reply, looking directly at you, finger licking good.

dipping a finger that was just recently inside of you in my mouth.

[a-spes]

This is how I imagine what would happen if R decides to propose to Carol — and for once it is really just tooth rooting fluff, I promise there is no hidden angst, just two women deeply in love 🙃

You have been walking back and forth for the past few hours, waiting for the woman to return from her mission. Yet, this time, there was so much in your mind that the motion wasn't enough to soothe your worries.

She doesn't know you are here, and she probably does not expect you to be in her living room because that is the last place you are supposed to be. Damn, you should be on earth, not in a spacecraft landed on a planet which you don't even know the name.

How are you supposed to explain that to her? You definitely can't admit that you have used your skills to track her localisation, and then begged Tony to help you find a way here. You have spent the last few hours thinking about what you are going to tell her, but no words felt right, and you start to worry that she might be angry when she sees you — which would make sense because you literally broke into her ship.

You glance at the door, expecting the woman to barge in at any moment, but it doesn't move. The spacecraft is silent, if not for the sound of your steps and the one of the clock. Everything is still, and the wait starts to get on your nerves —; it is almost midnight, and you have already been here for the past five hours. The truth being that you have no idea when she will be back.

—

By the time she gets back to her ship, it is almost the morning. She can see the sun rising for afar, and she sighs because she doesn't want to think about the fact that another day is already about to start when hers isn't done. She is exhausted, and all she wants to think about is the hot shower she is going to take before throwing herself under the covers.

Yet, the universe seems to have other plans for her — she knew, from the second she entered the ship, that something was wrong. She was about to turn the lights on when she changed her mind, remembering that thing that someone told her about keeping the lights off when there is an intruder in the house. She knows the space, not them.

She walks carefully to another room when she notices that no one is in the living room. It is when she steps into her bedroom that she sees it, a figure in the dark that doesn't seem to move.

Suddenly, she can breathe again. The woman doesn't need to turn the light on to know who was sleeping in her bed, she knew it was you, and the sight was adorable. A part of her felt bad, she knows that you have probably waited for her for hours.

She walks closer to you, careful to not step on the candles that stopped burning a few hours ago. One of her hands finds a place on your cheek, her thumb caressing your skin slowly. “Hi, baby,” she whispers. A smile spreads on her lips when she notices the confusion on your face — you were supposed to surprise your girlfriend, not the other way around.

"Carol? W- what time is it?" you ask, your voice being raspy because you weren't completely awake yet. Something that you realize only a second later. “Wait, did I-"

“Fell asleep? I fear that you did, love..,” she chuckles, but her laugh is soon replaced by a frown, “but what are you doing here?” she asks, and you can hear the worries in her voice. It is true that you wouldn't have come all the way here if you hadn't a good reason, and the woman could only imagine the worse scenarios.

“I was missing you,” you whisper back, and the way you almost whined those words makes the woman's heart clench. It is only when you pronounce those words that you both realize how true they are. It makes you want to cry.

“And..?” she asks, knowing that there is more to your presence here. It is not your kind to do something like that. She has other questions in mind, as how the fuck did you do to enter her ship without triggering the alarm? Or, how the fuck did you find her localisation? But you come first, and she can feel that you are keeping something from her. “You know that you can tell everything, love?” she says, trying to coax you into sharing with her what was on your mind.

"I wanted to ask you something..," you admit, but suddenly this whole thing sounded stupid, and you couldn't look at her anymore.

"And it couldn't wait?" she chuckles, but as you aren't looking at her, you can't see the smile on her face. She has never been so much in love with someone, and anyone could see it on her face right now.

"Not really," you reply. You take a deep breath, trying to find the courage to pronounce the words you have thought of the past few hours. "Wait,-" you say, realizing that you don't know where the black box is. You find it a few seconds later, it has fallen on the ground while you were asleep.

"Carol Danvers," you start in a serious tone. You take one last deep breath, but as you are about to speak, the woman cuts you.

"Wait a second," she says, holding a hand to stop you from saying it. She knows the words you were about to say, because she has been dying to tell them to you for weeks.

Still, you can feel your heart dropping — does that mean she doesn't want to get married? You look at the woman as she disappears into the living room, and you can feel tears in your eyes. What feels like an eternity goes by before she comes back.

You, on the other hand, haven't moved an inch. You are still kneeling on the floor, holding the box, as if you were hoping for things to go differently. You are so lost in your thoughts that you realize that she is back only when she kneels in front of you, holding a box that is similar to yours.

"We say it ar the same time, okay?" she says. and you nod. Yet, you are a bit lost, and unsure of what is happening. "Would you marry me?" you both say at the same time, your voice joining the woman's.

[ethasthrala]

some of my favourite parts from the new entertainment article with ruby and erin <3 the way these actors and the whole cast affirms and celebrates the queerness of willow is very special

[sordes-thoughts]

I can't stop thinking about slight jealousy, and possessiveness, in a relationship. Both from the sub and the dom <3

A sub being slightly jealous when they see their dom giving attention for too long to someone else. Someone who's going to be clingy, and whiny, because they want to be as close as possible from their dom. Imagine just sitting in their laps while they are working, just because you want to be in their arms <3

But also, there is something incredibly hot about a jealous dom. They always have a protective hand resting in your hips, or an arm wrapped around your shoulders. If someone tries to flirt with you, they would watch from afar, waiting for the right moment to step in, and make it clear that no one can steal her girl <3

[cm-writes]

Hi!

I'm a 32 year old, queer fiction writer who has recently taken the terrifying leap of starting a patreon under my own name in the hopes that it will kick-start a change in my life and help me to achieve my dream of becoming a published author!

Below is a snippet from my 1st novel, Guardians.

“Nora is nervous. Perhaps more nervous than is necessary, but she can’t quite push her anxiety downwards. Transferring out of Silver City University in the middle of her senior year definitely hadn’t been a part of her plan and she’s still not entirely sure how Coach Grant managed to convince her to agree.

She hadn’t even heard of Shadow Hill when coach first approached her about it, but Nora respects her and knows that she cares. Probably not about Nora personally, but at least about her future in track— Coach had certainly cared when her own success was hampered by Nora’s injured knee.

Promises of how Shadow Hill would be the most suitable place for her rehabilitation had intrigued her, persistently poking at Nora’s weak spot until it led her here, now, gazing around at an empty train station with hazy memories of actually agreeing to the transfer. Coach Grant had even charmed Nora’s parents with the romantic notion that their daughter’s life would be better here. Had her parents signed something? Had she? Nora can’t remember.

Sighing, Nora looks around and grimaces against the wind that stings her skin. Her thin hoodie doesn’t offer enough protection against the chill, but she isn’t at all convinced that the temperature is solely responsible for the shiver running down her spine.

This place is creepy; horror movie creepy, and there isn’t a single other person around. The eerie mist that slowly descends only worsens the anxious knot that forms in Nora’s stomach and, bum knee or not, it won’t take much more for her to haul ass out of here and head straight back to Silver City.”

Nora Martin moves to an elite college during her final year and finds that the occupants of Shadow Hill are not quite what they seem. A supernatural tale that features magical creatures, other worlds, queer relationships and mental health issues.

The first chapter is now live on Patreon!

[euphoricjustice]

My gf thinks she can just flash me her boobs and I’ll do anything she wants???

(she’s right it works every time)

[bellamer]

*sighs* I’m the only one who gets it I guess. It’s so hard being the only one who’s the driving force behind Rogue x Storm but I’m their ride or die and they’re my two moms so like here’s a long ass compilation of them being wives because this is better to me than any other X Men ship. Nothing holds a candle to them. Every other ship is sub par. I’m the only one who sees the potential.

[stqrgirl3]

OK I AM GONNA PUT UP A POLL ON WaYS TO CONFESS TO MY CRUSH (after the talk ofc) SKLAJADFJ HELP PLZ

guYS PLEASE VOTE AND HELP A GAY GIRL OUT <3333333333SDJKLFKDH IM GONNA CRY FUCLKLSDJKJF

[wlwdaydreamms]

my fear of "what if i will never find love again?" turns into "what if i will lose myself forever?"