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[sharing true story]
About a year ago, I met someone on Interpals (online).
At first, everything felt genuine. We talked every day. He listened to my stories, my music, my thoughts. He made me feel seen in a way that was rare and comforting. Months passed, and what started as simple conversations slowly turned into a relationship. Or at least, that’s what I believed it was.
He lived in France (close to Germany), and because of his personal situations, he couldn’t make the effort to come see me. I understood. Or maybe I wanted to understand. So I decided that I would be the one to go.
I never asked him for money. Not even once.
I bought my own round-trip ticket. I paid for my travel insurance. I prepared every document for my Schengen visa — something that wasn’t easy for me, knowing how difficult it can be when you carry a passport that isn’t considered “strong.” It took time, energy, and sacrifice. But I did it because I believed in us.
Then came the day before my visa appointment.
D-1.
He texted me and asked if we could call.
I didn’t expect anything unusual. I thought maybe he was nervous. Maybe he was excited.
But instead, he told me he wanted us to be done.
Just like that.
I remember the silence after his words. How my chest felt hollow. How everything I had prepared suddenly felt meaningless. It wasn’t just about the money I had lost. It was the time. The effort. The emotional investment. The way he let me build something in my heart while he quietly decided to walk away.
What hurt the most wasn’t even the ending.
It was realizing how real he had seemed the entire time.
How someone could talk to you every day, make plans with you, let you sacrifice for them — and still leave without taking responsibility for the impact of their actions.
That experience left a mark on me.
It taught me that people from the internet can feel incredibly close, incredibly real — and still be capable of disappearing when things become real in a different way.
I’m sharing this not because I’m bitter, but because I learned something important.
Don’t be careless with your heart.
And don’t assume that someone values your effort just because they say they do.
Sometimes, the most painful lessons come from the people who never had to risk anything at all.
About a year ago, I met someone on Interpals (online).
At first, everything felt genuine. We talked every day. He listened to my stories, my music, my thoughts. He made me feel seen in a way that was rare and comforting. Months passed, and what started as simple conversations slowly turned into a relationship. Or at least, that’s what I believed it was.
He lived in France (close to Germany), and because of his personal situations, he couldn’t make the effort to come see me. I understood. Or maybe I wanted to understand. So I decided that I would be the one to go.
I never asked him for money. Not even once.
I bought my own round-trip ticket. I paid for my travel insurance. I prepared every document for my Schengen visa — something that wasn’t easy for me, knowing how difficult it can be when you carry a passport that isn’t considered “strong.” It took time, energy, and sacrifice. But I did it because I believed in us.
Then came the day before my visa appointment.
D-1.
He texted me and asked if we could call.
I didn’t expect anything unusual. I thought maybe he was nervous. Maybe he was excited.
But instead, he told me he wanted us to be done.
Just like that.
I remember the silence after his words. How my chest felt hollow. How everything I had prepared suddenly felt meaningless. It wasn’t just about the money I had lost. It was the time. The effort. The emotional investment. The way he let me build something in my heart while he quietly decided to walk away.
What hurt the most wasn’t even the ending.
It was realizing how real he had seemed the entire time.
How someone could talk to you every day, make plans with you, let you sacrifice for them — and still leave without taking responsibility for the impact of their actions.
That experience left a mark on me.
It taught me that people from the internet can feel incredibly close, incredibly real — and still be capable of disappearing when things become real in a different way.
I’m sharing this not because I’m bitter, but because I learned something important.
Don’t be careless with your heart.
And don’t assume that someone values your effort just because they say they do.
Sometimes, the most painful lessons come from the people who never had to risk anything at all.
Hey guys! I just released my new song on spotify, please stream below:
https://open.spotify.com/track/5WUnEYDANYfTDhmJzTKY1s?si=0nnyqwEGRDSWNRWqYYbXJg
Thank you! ☺️
https://open.spotify.com/track/5WUnEYDANYfTDhmJzTKY1s?si=0nnyqwEGRDSWNRWqYYbXJg
Thank you! ☺️
anyone wants to learn Indonesian? for serious learning only
Mt Gede Pangrango, trekking 🇮🇩
Bonjour, France 🇫🇷 ça me manque
how to know if someone’s a scammer on this app?
Hi
time passes slowly today
anybody likes to climb/bouldering? :) I’m looking for someone to go with hehe
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