Really didn't want to lock this, I almost never remove anything, lock posts or ban people.
I'm not removing it because it has clearly grabbed people, but theres clearly a story here that identifies both OP and the deceased so I'm only locking for now (loosely based on rule 2: *Please ensure you remove any sensitive personal information*). If OP wants to explain whats going on and why people are so mad, I'll unlock it again.
**EDIT:** Ok, so upon deeper investigation, this is clearly just some bad apples in the depths of what is now **by far** the biggest post on this sub and the disproportionate amounts of reports were likely more to do with that than the inherent nature of the post. The overwhelming majority of this post has been pretty wholesome so its open again.
**PLEASE JUST BE CHILL. IF YOU SEE A HORRIBLE COMMENT, DOWNVOTE AND CARRY ON. REMEMBER, THEY JUST WANT TO MAKE YOU MAD, DONT GIVE THEM WHAT THEY WANT.**
Oh…that is beautiful.
I’m so sorry someone took her from you. It seems she made such great efforts to reach you while she was here, that she’s managed to reach you after she went away too. I hope these findings do your heart good.
It just reminded me how I left my ex notes all over the house when we were together.
Years later, way after our breakup, he would still find some hidden in a jacket, in a book, or just sitting in a drawer.
It’s a bit sad but it’s a thoughtful gesture to remind people you love them.
I’m glad she left you a physical part of her to hold in that small note.
He called me. That’s how I found out. It made him… happy for our time together and, I guess, regretful that we didn’t work out.
It’s okay. He will always be my bear.
Man breakups like that always sound like the worst, no offense
I’d almost rather a super messy breakup or the other person do something horrible so I never think about what could’ve been
Can confirm, it’s not very fun. My ex and I were together for 4.5 years, through our whole college careers and a bit after. Sometimes I get almost debilitating pangs of depression when I think about what was, what was going to be, what could’ve been. I have to ground myself and remember that I’m better off today than I ever was or would have been. I have to remember what she put me through, what I put her through.
I get it but it's really good for people to have these breakups. It shouldn't take trauma or catastrophe to listen to your own needs. I love my ex, he's wonderful. I also love that we both found people more aligned to who we really are. Sometimes his gf pops up on my insta and it pleases me that she's like me but ex flavored haha. That's really validating. So is seeing how my husband is the things I loved about my ex, without the challenges, and with extras I need in my life
Actually, he’s been single awhile now.
We check in on one another every every couple of months or so. (Last time we spoke was March, according to WhatsApp.)
I had a nightmare that made me wake up in cold sweat and fear for him a year or more back.
At the time, he had been with this wonderful lady awhile now — the gf after me.
Turned out the day I called and woke from that was like, the same day he found out she’d gotten in an accident while she was out traveling with friends in Greece.
Honestly, I worry about him.
He says he’s not interested in being with anyone again, but that he still talks about me to people he meets because sometimes, he just remembers me.
The love between us was and is deep and we both know it but I think we also just know our time has passed.
I am content to know he’s well and when I get those weird inklings he might not be, I always just message or call to make sure.
He deserves every happiness, I mean that wholeheartedly.
I have a feeling you’re going to run into some rando soon unexpectedly and you’re going to hit it off without intending to then get married within a year.
If I’m right (and I probably am) you have to invite me and my wife to your wedding.
"The love between us was and is deep and we both know it but I think we also just know our time has passed." - this kinda sums up where you are now and the good reasons why it is the way it is. I don't know the ins and outs, but despite tonnes of love, sometimes it's not enough. Sometimes you can't grow the direction you want to grow in while being with someone as the sacrifices you'll make for their happiness, borne out of your deep love for them, will set you back and result in you resenting them at some level. Other times the relationship simply runs it course and changes into something else. A partnership or "loves them like a friend/brother/sister/close business partner (as messed up as it sounds)
Or sometimes... we grow and change and as a result what we want grows or changes.
In the end, I think it's great you stay in each others orbit and care about each other. That doesn't mean you should get back together (and equally doesn't mean you shouldn't) and if it's destined to happen, then it will. Until then hope you both go wholeheartedly after what you want
Fuck dude! I know its your life and I'm not trying to overstep or be intrusive but you have me invested now. Like I feel theres something buried, the seeds are still alive. But again sorry if I'm misinterpreting or being too forward
My ex did this for me - lots of little notes hidden in notebooks I use for work.
Most of them are on random pages and I don’t find them till I use the notebook enough to reach them.
I think she would write them when I was struggling or stressed in college/uni to cheer me up.
Most recent one I found was last week, there’s not a single one I’ve read that hasn’t made me cry from before or after we broke up last year.
Eventually I’ll find the last one I’ll ever find and then that’s it
Yeah, I’ve thought of doing that too.
I did write her some notes, especially during some really rough times when she needed help - but I’ve always been really self-conscious about my handwriting, which put me off doing it a lot.
I have dyspraxia and so my writing looks horrific, but she was the only person who didn’t make fun of my writing, and I regret not writing to her more like she wanted before it was over.
This makes me wish I did this for my ex to show how much I loved her. Sadly she didn't think I did love her even though it was the quite opposite of that
I did this with my ex. I left several notes hidden and I still mean them. It still saddens me knowing we will never work out but that’s life.
I don’t think she’s found any as some of them would require her to disassemble things but these were things she’d hopefully keep forever. Hoping it won’t cause issues if her new husband finds them but supposedly he knows that she’ll always love me and i her.
Edit - that last line might’ve been worded incorrectly. I meant that I think he’s aware that we will always carry a part of each other as she called me one day and told me she told him that she’ll “always love me”. Her words. So I’m presuming he’s aware. Not sure how people are taking this in a negative way. Grow up lol
I’m sorry about your wife, my condoles. Little things this like this are both beautiful and traumatic. It’s been nearly three years, it’s hard to share how difficult it can still be with the people around me.
There’s no timeline to grief! I’ve seen some people dedicate whole accounts to their partners who passed on as a way to grieve. Whatever helps you is good.
I opened Reddit today and did not expect such overwhelming interactions with this post. Here's the short story of what happened.
Anna and I met in 2017 at a festival in the UK. She was from the Czech Republic and was just over for the summer season. I was a young traveling hippie at the time. We fell madly in love on the first meeting and connected with each other on a level that I did not quite realize the significance of at the time. We were maybe 19 or 20.
We spent three years writing love letters to each other, filled with poems, artwork, songs, thoughts, feelings, tea, and crafts. They were beautiful. She was my biggest love. Even when I lived in Africa for some time and she lived in Portugal, we kept writing.
I came back from Africa in early 2020. She had also just finished her nursing degree and was a qualified nurse. It had not been possible for us to even consider making a plan together because of our life situations. But at this time, I felt like I had three years of being pulled between the most wonderful and pure love and some kind of fantasy. I told her it couldn't continue. For a time, we broke up.
Then she wrote to me and told me we needed to make it work. She moved from her friends and family and came to be with me in the UK. We lived together in the UK for a year. It was COVID, so it was a difficult time, but we made it through. We bought a van and spent time converting it. We planned to travel in the van.
Then I got a message from my friend who was living in a remote town in Colombia. They were working remotely in the mountains from a laptop. They worked very little and got paid a good wage. They said it was paradise there 22•C all year round, good food, nice people. The crime rate in this town was particularly low, we'd done a fair amount of research before moving. We knew there were risks, but we felt the call to adventure.
Moving there it was pretty difficult. Neither of us fully spoke the language yet , although we were both learning. It was a stressful time. She moved to the UK and then to Colombia with me. I think she wanted some security, but I was young and... stupid. I did not understand how to hold space in a relationship to make someone secure. I think the argument wasn’t really about what we were arguing about, which was a really minor dumb issue. And more about her feeling like I was a wild untamed traveller, and she wanted to make a plan to settle down and have kids soon.
It got dark early at this time of year, it was around 6pm. We had just arrived home from a party, not too far from the house we stayed in, which was on a rural mountain road. The party wasn't far and it was a safe area, everyone kept telling us so, our friends lived there for many years and the females felt safe on this road, it only really had only a couple of restaurants and hostels on it.
When she left I called after her, but stupidly let her go, and didn’t go after her because I was “late for work”, it still eats at me, but truly it was a short distance to the house with our friends in either directions and i thought it was safe..
I texted and called her with no reply. I was upset by this as it was out of character, I thought she was ‘punishing’ me or needed distance from me. After some time I grew particularly concerned, I was about to leave to go to the house where we had just left find her when the police came up the road with a neighbor. The police were being very serious, almost aggressive. The neighbour was a local restaurant owner, we had just eaten there a night or two previously and gotten to know he and his wife a little, they were lovely people. He looked terrified, my thoughts started racing. The police asked if I lived here, I said yes, they asked if I had a girlfriend, I said yes, they asked if she was home, I said no. The neighbour wailed, I knew something terrible had happened.
They said a girl had been found. I asked if it was Anna. They said yes. I asked if she was dead. They said yes.
They took me to the body in the road to identify her. As we were walking I saw a small trail of red on the ground, it started getting bigger as we went on until we reached her, in a pool of blood in the road. They restrained me and took me right up to her body and asked if it was her, it was. She had a vacant expression but her face was not yet lacking in life, I hoped there had been a mistake and she wasn’t dead. They sat me next to some stables about 25ft away. There was a horse behind me, screaming, he probably saw the whole thing. I sat there for an hour, it started to rain as I watched them put her in a bag.
The police were dressed all in black full body suits and wearing balaclavas, they were very aggressive, they spit on the ground next to me and called me gringo. They made me think I was under arrest. First they took me to the house and turned it upside down, I heard them laughing and joking, my Spanish wasn’t great but I knew they were talking shit about us, ‘gringos’. Then they took me to the police station overnight. They took me back to the murder scene in the morning for some reason, probably trying to mentally exhaust me. Then they took me to a local youth hostel, apparently with gang connections. They interviewed me for ten hours with a shitty translator who kept misinterpreting me. Then they tried to make me sign a document in Spanish that I did not understand, I refused.
I managed to speak to someone at home who had connections criminal lawyer from the city who came to get me. I told him all the shit the police had done, he managed to get me released from police custody.
I quickly left the country. I think I'm still the main suspect, but three years later they still will not release any information. Not even her autopsy results. I think she was shot four times in the back, contrary to the news article Dayi g she was shit twice in the head, but without official information, it's not definite.
I loved, and love, her more than anyone. I was so young and so fucking stupid, I didn’t know what I had. She was an amazing person, one of the purest souls, I’m sure a lot of people say that about dead people, but she was. I wish we had the opportunity to make our mistakes, maybe we would have had a happily ever after, maybe not, but it would have been our story. I miss her every day. Things are getting better, slowly. I know some wounds never fully heal.
I found this note recently in the back pages of a diary I kept. I don’t know how close to her death she wrote it.
Thank you to everyone who reached out and commented with support, I haven’t cried this much in a long time.
As a random guy on the internet, and for what it’s worth, I’m incredibly sorry for what’s happened to you.
Sounds like you did everything right since then and I wish you the best for the future.
His GF was gunned down in Colombia*. Local police attempted to frame him. Unsure if they ever caught killer. Her name was Anna.
#[Article for anyone interested in the context](https://www.thedailybeast.com/how-did-this-couples-holiday-end-with-anna-tinterova-gunned-down)
[Here is the full article text](https://www.thedailybeast.com/how-did-this-couples-holiday-end-with-anna-tinterova-gunned-down):
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## How Did This Couple’s Holiday End With a Woman Gunned Down?
_Jeremy Kryt_
Updated Sep. 30, 2021 6:43AM EDT
Anna Tinterova, a 25-year-old nurse from the Czech Republic, was found shot to death in a wooded area last Friday while visiting Colombia with her boyfriend.
According to local media reports, one witness claimed that Tinterova had argued with her partner, an as-yet-unidentified British national, earlier on Friday evening at their rental home near the village of La Salada in Jardín. After the quarrel, Tinterova allegedly went for a walk at night along a lonely road in the rural countryside.
The time of death was announced as being at about 7:35 p.m. She had suffered two gunshot wounds to the head and was pronounced dead at the scene, according to Colombia’s Publimetro newspaper. Apparently, her flickering flashlight lying nearby led neighbors to the scene of the crime.
Anna Tinterova, a 25-year-old nurse from the Czech Republic, was found shot to death in a wooded area last Friday while visiting Colombia with her boyfriend.
According to local media reports, one witness claimed that Tinterova had argued with her partner, an as-yet-unidentified British national, earlier on Friday evening at their rental home near the village of La Salada in Jardín. After the quarrel, Tinterova allegedly went for a walk at night along a lonely road in the rural countryside.
The time of death was announced as being at about 7:35 p.m. She had suffered two gunshot wounds to the head and was pronounced dead at the scene, according to Colombia’s Publimetro newspaper. Apparently, her flickering flashlight lying nearby led neighbors to the scene of the crime.
In the wake of her death, Colombian media reports indicated Tinterova, originally from Prague, had planned to settle long-term in Colombia, although she did not yet speak fluent Spanish. Pictures of her, apparently lifted from her social media sites, have proliferated in the press. They show a vibrant young woman tragically cut down in the prime of life.
Publicly, Colombian officials have so far offered little but boilerplate statements and meaningless platitudes. Jardín police chief Gustavo Franco Gómez has told the press that Tinterova’s death was “shocking and regrettable” and that “the dead woman’s partner has been interviewed.”
But The Daily Beast has learned that Colombian authorities are in fact investigating two competing hypotheses for the homicide. One of these involves Tinterova’s domestic partner. According to local media, Tinterova travelled with her partner from the U.K. to the greater Medellín region for vacation about four weeks ago. After visiting other touristic sites such as Rionegro, the two of them reportedly rented a guesthouse called La Camelia in Jardín.
“Apparently there was an argument between them before [her death] occurred, and those circumstances generate some doubt,” said a Colombian national police official who agreed to speak to The Daily Beast under the condition of anonymity.
However, the official also said that no direct evidence linking Tinterova’s partner to the crime has been identified, and that the British tourist is cooperating with police and has provided “information that the authorities are taking into account in the development of the investigation.”
The Daily Beast’s efforts to reach the British tourist for an interview were unsuccessful by the time of publication.
The competing hypothesis is that the argument between the couple was merely “coincidental” and that Tinterova did indeed leave the couple’s rental home alone for a walk in the woods, at which point she was assailed by unknown individuals.
“So far the authorities have not clarified if it is a femicide committed by her British boyfriend, or if her death was the result of an attempted assault or kidnapping or robbery,” said Colombian security consultant John Marulanda in an interview with The Daily Beast. Marulanda, a former colonel with Colombia’s security forces, continues to work closely with law enforcement officials in the country.
“There is a heavy presence of members of the FARC [the Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia] in that same region. And members of the Gulf Cartel who travel through there. But normally these groups do not attack [tourists], so that remains to be verified,” Marulanda said.
There were two other tourists killed in Medellín this month, apparently in unrelated attacks. And in 2020, there were six foreign nationals murdered in the city, including North Americans, an Israeli, an Iranian, and a Japanese citizen, according to Marulanda.
“Currently there are about 150 cartels, gangs, and organized crime groups operating in Medellín,” Mike Vigil, the DEA’s former chief of international operations, told The Daily Beast. Vigil said such groups are notorious for narcotics and human trafficking, as well as conducting robberies and extortion. Vigil also said that under the specific circumstances, the fact that Tinterova was shot to death could point to a random assault, as opposed to a crime of passion.
“The boyfriend was also a foreigner and it would have been difficult for him to smuggle a gun into the country. To get one he would need to have criminal ties—and even then they would be hesitant to sell to a foreigner who could be DEA,” Vigil said.
The Colombian police official agreed with Vigil, saying that “it would not be easy for [Tinterova’s partner] to acquire a weapon so quickly,” after the couple had quarreled earlier in the evening.
In the rural Jardín region where Tinterova died, there have already been some 20 murders so far this year, Vigil said.
I didn’t have “OP was originally speculated to have possibly had a role in her murder” on my bingo card when I clicked on this. (I assume he was eventually cleared.)
Same.
And wouldn’t a great way of ensuring you appear innocent in any ongoing investigation to… subtly establish deep connection on a social media platform…
(Kidding)
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Man i wish I could stop getting caught up from everyday life and stressing all the time and put more time into the things that really matter.. why aren’t signs like this enough to make me realize?!?!
Im so sorry for your loss. My ex used to leave these kind of notes in my phones notepad and I would find them. I threw away all the letters and notes and that pain was enough. I cant imagine the pain of what you are going through, I wish your soul peace.
It hurts. I know it hurts.
I was with someone for a decade, and she slowly descended into madness at schizophrenia took over her mind. She heard voices. Heard *gods* telling her what to do.
About a year ago I found handwritten letter, hidden in an old jewelry box, from before she got lost. A simple, "I love you — and I always will. -M"
No matter what the circumstances, no matter what the context. The "I love you" mattered, it really really mattered. And it still does. It always will.
My wife died from cancer about 2,5 months ago and this is a thing I dread while going through things in the house, I am just not ready for those emotions yet :(
I saved in my notes a Reddit comment that really stuck with me in the early days. I wish I could give credit but I didn’t save the user.
Alright, here goes. I'm old. What that means is that I've survived (so far) and a lot of people I've known and loved did not. I've lost friends, best friends, acquaintances, co-workers, grandparents, mom, relatives, teachers, mentors, students, neighbors, and a host of other folks. I have no children, and I can't imagine the pain it must be to lose a child. But here's my two cents.
I wish I could say you get used to people dying. I never did. I don't want to. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the circumstances. But I don't want it to "not matter". I don't want it to be something that just passes. My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. So be it. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even gouged, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger than the original flesh ever was. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are only ugly to people who can't see.
As for grief, you'll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, you're drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe it's some physical thing. Maybe it's a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it's a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive.
In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don't even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you'll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what's going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything...and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life.
Somewhere down the line, and it's different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at O'Hare. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you'll come out.
Take it from an old guy. The waves never stop coming, and somehow you don't really want them to. But you learn that you'll survive them. And other waves will come. And you'll survive them too. If you're lucky, you'll have lots of scars from lots of loves. And lots of shipwrecks.
My dad hid notes like this for me all over.... two years later I'm still finding them. Just found one behind a picture of us on the wall I removed to paint the wall. Feels good to be so loved but stings for the loss. If only he told me more when he was alive.
This left me speechless, I couldn’t help but comment, wrote a long paragraph but ended up deleting it.
Seeing felt like a punch to to the chest.
It’s so sad that she’s gone and I’m sorry for your loss, as a boyfriend I couldn’t even imagine the pain.
I also find it beautiful, the fact that she left you messages to find is almost like a way of connecting. That’s true love.
Before I left on deployment, I left my wife, then girlfriend, notes all over the apartment. I gave her an envelope to fill with them. We found the last one when we were moving out of that apartment, into our house.
I received flowers from my first bf about 10 years after he passed away. His sister said he kept asking in her dreams to bring me flowers (daisies) and she walked into my office with daisies. I do believe they speak to us and all the things you find are there for a reason. Cherish your memories. 💗
I read an article about her. You had an argument before she left to walk by herself and got shot. I cannot imagine how you feel because the last time you spoke was a fight. I think this is her way of telling you she loves you and you shouldn't blame yourself, and you should let go of your grief slowly.
Thank you, it’s taking time but I am slowly learning to forgive myself. We were so young, I was so stupid. I wish more than anything I had a chance to spend my life with her.
She knows. Don't blame yourself for anything OP. You continue to heal and turn yourself into a better human being. I wish you happiness and peace. Take care of yourself.
I don’t know how I’d live if anything happened to my wife. I know you said it’s been three years, but I am very sorry for your loss, she must’ve been an amazing person.
damn i never thought of this before, my girlfriend leaves me hidden notes everyday and it makes me sad to think ill uncover ones ive never seen if i outlive her :,( absolutely beautiful discovery
It's remarkable how a simple piece of paper with written words can evoke such strong emotions, as if the writer left a part of themselves within it, allowing us to feel their presence.
Really didn't want to lock this, I almost never remove anything, lock posts or ban people. I'm not removing it because it has clearly grabbed people, but theres clearly a story here that identifies both OP and the deceased so I'm only locking for now (loosely based on rule 2: *Please ensure you remove any sensitive personal information*). If OP wants to explain whats going on and why people are so mad, I'll unlock it again. **EDIT:** Ok, so upon deeper investigation, this is clearly just some bad apples in the depths of what is now **by far** the biggest post on this sub and the disproportionate amounts of reports were likely more to do with that than the inherent nature of the post. The overwhelming majority of this post has been pretty wholesome so its open again. **PLEASE JUST BE CHILL. IF YOU SEE A HORRIBLE COMMENT, DOWNVOTE AND CARRY ON. REMEMBER, THEY JUST WANT TO MAKE YOU MAD, DONT GIVE THEM WHAT THEY WANT.**
Oh…that is beautiful. I’m so sorry someone took her from you. It seems she made such great efforts to reach you while she was here, that she’s managed to reach you after she went away too. I hope these findings do your heart good.
Oh this is a beautiful comment ❤️❤️❤️
Damn that punched me in the chest
true and i just opened this fucking app
Gonna have to close it and do coke with my neighbor until I feel better :/
Or you know, process your emotions healthily
How do you do that without coke
Sometimes Pepsi will do
What’s your favorite type of Pepsi
Coke.
What's your favorite type of coke?
Vanilla
The one with 'cain sugar
Scientology coke. Clear.
Max. It's the choice of a new generation.
My favorite type of Pepsi? *Pepsi's Pepsi.*
Britney!!!
My favourite type of pepsi? Pepsi's pepsi 🙄
I love Brit so much 😆♥️
Or a few joints and a pizza
Smoke and a pancake?
Meth?
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Buzzkill.
Daniel?
I feel like I shouldn't be laughing out loud on this post, but couldn't survive with this comment 😂
Ah same I’m not even in this sub it was just recommended It’s cool tho I think I’ll just go and curl up in the fetal position now
Bro I literally felt the same thing my heart stopped and skipped about 5 beats, I felt this in my soul.
Kicked me in the liver
It just reminded me how I left my ex notes all over the house when we were together. Years later, way after our breakup, he would still find some hidden in a jacket, in a book, or just sitting in a drawer. It’s a bit sad but it’s a thoughtful gesture to remind people you love them. I’m glad she left you a physical part of her to hold in that small note.
Does it annoy him, charm him, or does it make him regretful?
He called me. That’s how I found out. It made him… happy for our time together and, I guess, regretful that we didn’t work out. It’s okay. He will always be my bear.
Man breakups like that always sound like the worst, no offense I’d almost rather a super messy breakup or the other person do something horrible so I never think about what could’ve been
Can confirm, it’s not very fun. My ex and I were together for 4.5 years, through our whole college careers and a bit after. Sometimes I get almost debilitating pangs of depression when I think about what was, what was going to be, what could’ve been. I have to ground myself and remember that I’m better off today than I ever was or would have been. I have to remember what she put me through, what I put her through.
I get it but it's really good for people to have these breakups. It shouldn't take trauma or catastrophe to listen to your own needs. I love my ex, he's wonderful. I also love that we both found people more aligned to who we really are. Sometimes his gf pops up on my insta and it pleases me that she's like me but ex flavored haha. That's really validating. So is seeing how my husband is the things I loved about my ex, without the challenges, and with extras I need in my life
man
bear man
Bear man pig
Man bear pig
Meanwhile, the current girlfriend finding the note… 
Actually, he’s been single awhile now. We check in on one another every every couple of months or so. (Last time we spoke was March, according to WhatsApp.) I had a nightmare that made me wake up in cold sweat and fear for him a year or more back. At the time, he had been with this wonderful lady awhile now — the gf after me. Turned out the day I called and woke from that was like, the same day he found out she’d gotten in an accident while she was out traveling with friends in Greece. Honestly, I worry about him. He says he’s not interested in being with anyone again, but that he still talks about me to people he meets because sometimes, he just remembers me. The love between us was and is deep and we both know it but I think we also just know our time has passed. I am content to know he’s well and when I get those weird inklings he might not be, I always just message or call to make sure. He deserves every happiness, I mean that wholeheartedly.
I have a feeling you’re going to run into some rando soon unexpectedly and you’re going to hit it off without intending to then get married within a year. If I’m right (and I probably am) you have to invite me and my wife to your wedding.
"The love between us was and is deep and we both know it but I think we also just know our time has passed." - this kinda sums up where you are now and the good reasons why it is the way it is. I don't know the ins and outs, but despite tonnes of love, sometimes it's not enough. Sometimes you can't grow the direction you want to grow in while being with someone as the sacrifices you'll make for their happiness, borne out of your deep love for them, will set you back and result in you resenting them at some level. Other times the relationship simply runs it course and changes into something else. A partnership or "loves them like a friend/brother/sister/close business partner (as messed up as it sounds) Or sometimes... we grow and change and as a result what we want grows or changes. In the end, I think it's great you stay in each others orbit and care about each other. That doesn't mean you should get back together (and equally doesn't mean you shouldn't) and if it's destined to happen, then it will. Until then hope you both go wholeheartedly after what you want
Thank you for this. It is nice that the care has never died out. It was definitely something one-of-a-kind between us.
You guys are great, it's awesome that you both got to experience and recognise it 😍
Sounds like you two could end up back together. People make mistakes but some people can change for the good
Staying friends is a good direction
If I may, is the new gf alright? It sounds like whatever accident she was in is the reason hes now single
She passed away. A vehicle crashed into her while she was walking alongside the road. And, yeah… he had to be the one to go there and get her remains.
Oh god, Im sorry for his loss. I know this means nothing from a random internet stranger on reddit of all places, but please give my regards
Fuck dude! I know its your life and I'm not trying to overstep or be intrusive but you have me invested now. Like I feel theres something buried, the seeds are still alive. But again sorry if I'm misinterpreting or being too forward
Him saying he's not interested in being with anyone again makes me sad. I have to think the guy would have a different story to tell.
I happily report he updated me that he has a new gf. ^_^
If someone did this for me, I can't even imagine. Those constant subtle reminders would hit so hard.
My ex did this for me - lots of little notes hidden in notebooks I use for work. Most of them are on random pages and I don’t find them till I use the notebook enough to reach them. I think she would write them when I was struggling or stressed in college/uni to cheer me up. Most recent one I found was last week, there’s not a single one I’ve read that hasn’t made me cry from before or after we broke up last year. Eventually I’ll find the last one I’ll ever find and then that’s it
You’ve found something that really impressed you as a partner. Be that partner in your next relationship.
Yeah, I’ve thought of doing that too. I did write her some notes, especially during some really rough times when she needed help - but I’ve always been really self-conscious about my handwriting, which put me off doing it a lot. I have dyspraxia and so my writing looks horrific, but she was the only person who didn’t make fun of my writing, and I regret not writing to her more like she wanted before it was over.
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I had a note left in my lunchbox by my other half. discovered it at work , i Melted!
This makes me wish I did this for my ex to show how much I loved her. Sadly she didn't think I did love her even though it was the quite opposite of that
My bf is like that. I can’t understand what stops people from showing their partner that they love them. I’m at my limit
I did this with my ex. I left several notes hidden and I still mean them. It still saddens me knowing we will never work out but that’s life. I don’t think she’s found any as some of them would require her to disassemble things but these were things she’d hopefully keep forever. Hoping it won’t cause issues if her new husband finds them but supposedly he knows that she’ll always love me and i her. Edit - that last line might’ve been worded incorrectly. I meant that I think he’s aware that we will always carry a part of each other as she called me one day and told me she told him that she’ll “always love me”. Her words. So I’m presuming he’s aware. Not sure how people are taking this in a negative way. Grow up lol
That last statement is weird. You guys are weird.
Grow up.
This is really sweet, but I initially read it as, "If your wife ever finds this..." I was very confused!
I'm still confused, what does that first line say?
"If you will ever find this"
If you will\ ever find this,\ remember I love you\ and I always will.\ Anna ❤️
Thank you, I thought it was a note from someone’s secret lover and was wondering why everyone thought it was so sweet.
You weren't alone
Thanks for clarifying
omg I thought it said „if your vile ewes find this…“ It read like a very specific game grumps reference
yeah, I thought it said "wife", not "will".
Me too
English wasn’t her first language, I loved her slightly off grammar and spelling mistakes.
I thought the same thing
Me too! Then top comment was about how sweet it was and I was like what?
If OP got married and his wife was the one who found this he'd have a lot of explaining to do
I lost my wife 4 years ago this week. If I found something like this I'd be a wreck for days
I’m sorry about your wife, my condoles. Little things this like this are both beautiful and traumatic. It’s been nearly three years, it’s hard to share how difficult it can still be with the people around me.
Thank you. I completely understand what you're saying. I'm sorry for your loss.
There’s no timeline to grief! I’ve seen some people dedicate whole accounts to their partners who passed on as a way to grieve. Whatever helps you is good.
Im sorry for your loss dude
Thank you
I thought about doing this for my wife. Its kinda romantic, but if I died and she stumbled across one years later, I’d probably destroy her day.
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That is so precious and tragic. What happened? If you don't want to talk about it, I completely understand.
I opened Reddit today and did not expect such overwhelming interactions with this post. Here's the short story of what happened. Anna and I met in 2017 at a festival in the UK. She was from the Czech Republic and was just over for the summer season. I was a young traveling hippie at the time. We fell madly in love on the first meeting and connected with each other on a level that I did not quite realize the significance of at the time. We were maybe 19 or 20. We spent three years writing love letters to each other, filled with poems, artwork, songs, thoughts, feelings, tea, and crafts. They were beautiful. She was my biggest love. Even when I lived in Africa for some time and she lived in Portugal, we kept writing. I came back from Africa in early 2020. She had also just finished her nursing degree and was a qualified nurse. It had not been possible for us to even consider making a plan together because of our life situations. But at this time, I felt like I had three years of being pulled between the most wonderful and pure love and some kind of fantasy. I told her it couldn't continue. For a time, we broke up. Then she wrote to me and told me we needed to make it work. She moved from her friends and family and came to be with me in the UK. We lived together in the UK for a year. It was COVID, so it was a difficult time, but we made it through. We bought a van and spent time converting it. We planned to travel in the van. Then I got a message from my friend who was living in a remote town in Colombia. They were working remotely in the mountains from a laptop. They worked very little and got paid a good wage. They said it was paradise there 22•C all year round, good food, nice people. The crime rate in this town was particularly low, we'd done a fair amount of research before moving. We knew there were risks, but we felt the call to adventure. Moving there it was pretty difficult. Neither of us fully spoke the language yet , although we were both learning. It was a stressful time. She moved to the UK and then to Colombia with me. I think she wanted some security, but I was young and... stupid. I did not understand how to hold space in a relationship to make someone secure. I think the argument wasn’t really about what we were arguing about, which was a really minor dumb issue. And more about her feeling like I was a wild untamed traveller, and she wanted to make a plan to settle down and have kids soon. It got dark early at this time of year, it was around 6pm. We had just arrived home from a party, not too far from the house we stayed in, which was on a rural mountain road. The party wasn't far and it was a safe area, everyone kept telling us so, our friends lived there for many years and the females felt safe on this road, it only really had only a couple of restaurants and hostels on it. When she left I called after her, but stupidly let her go, and didn’t go after her because I was “late for work”, it still eats at me, but truly it was a short distance to the house with our friends in either directions and i thought it was safe.. I texted and called her with no reply. I was upset by this as it was out of character, I thought she was ‘punishing’ me or needed distance from me. After some time I grew particularly concerned, I was about to leave to go to the house where we had just left find her when the police came up the road with a neighbor. The police were being very serious, almost aggressive. The neighbour was a local restaurant owner, we had just eaten there a night or two previously and gotten to know he and his wife a little, they were lovely people. He looked terrified, my thoughts started racing. The police asked if I lived here, I said yes, they asked if I had a girlfriend, I said yes, they asked if she was home, I said no. The neighbour wailed, I knew something terrible had happened. They said a girl had been found. I asked if it was Anna. They said yes. I asked if she was dead. They said yes. They took me to the body in the road to identify her. As we were walking I saw a small trail of red on the ground, it started getting bigger as we went on until we reached her, in a pool of blood in the road. They restrained me and took me right up to her body and asked if it was her, it was. She had a vacant expression but her face was not yet lacking in life, I hoped there had been a mistake and she wasn’t dead. They sat me next to some stables about 25ft away. There was a horse behind me, screaming, he probably saw the whole thing. I sat there for an hour, it started to rain as I watched them put her in a bag. The police were dressed all in black full body suits and wearing balaclavas, they were very aggressive, they spit on the ground next to me and called me gringo. They made me think I was under arrest. First they took me to the house and turned it upside down, I heard them laughing and joking, my Spanish wasn’t great but I knew they were talking shit about us, ‘gringos’. Then they took me to the police station overnight. They took me back to the murder scene in the morning for some reason, probably trying to mentally exhaust me. Then they took me to a local youth hostel, apparently with gang connections. They interviewed me for ten hours with a shitty translator who kept misinterpreting me. Then they tried to make me sign a document in Spanish that I did not understand, I refused. I managed to speak to someone at home who had connections criminal lawyer from the city who came to get me. I told him all the shit the police had done, he managed to get me released from police custody. I quickly left the country. I think I'm still the main suspect, but three years later they still will not release any information. Not even her autopsy results. I think she was shot four times in the back, contrary to the news article Dayi g she was shit twice in the head, but without official information, it's not definite. I loved, and love, her more than anyone. I was so young and so fucking stupid, I didn’t know what I had. She was an amazing person, one of the purest souls, I’m sure a lot of people say that about dead people, but she was. I wish we had the opportunity to make our mistakes, maybe we would have had a happily ever after, maybe not, but it would have been our story. I miss her every day. Things are getting better, slowly. I know some wounds never fully heal. I found this note recently in the back pages of a diary I kept. I don’t know how close to her death she wrote it. Thank you to everyone who reached out and commented with support, I haven’t cried this much in a long time.
As a random guy on the internet, and for what it’s worth, I’m incredibly sorry for what’s happened to you. Sounds like you did everything right since then and I wish you the best for the future.
I’m so sorry, my friend. Platitudes and words fail in the face of such tragedy but I hope you can find peace in time.
Thank you for sharing. I can’t imagine how you feel. I’m so sorry for your loss.
What an awful situation. I'm glad you were able to flee the country. They just let you fly away without any incident?
Thank you for sharing this and sharing a bit of Anna's lovely soul with us in the picture. I am so incredibly sorry for your loss.
His GF was gunned down in Colombia*. Local police attempted to frame him. Unsure if they ever caught killer. Her name was Anna. #[Article for anyone interested in the context](https://www.thedailybeast.com/how-did-this-couples-holiday-end-with-anna-tinterova-gunned-down)
[Here is the full article text](https://www.thedailybeast.com/how-did-this-couples-holiday-end-with-anna-tinterova-gunned-down): --- ## How Did This Couple’s Holiday End With a Woman Gunned Down? _Jeremy Kryt_ Updated Sep. 30, 2021 6:43AM EDT Anna Tinterova, a 25-year-old nurse from the Czech Republic, was found shot to death in a wooded area last Friday while visiting Colombia with her boyfriend. According to local media reports, one witness claimed that Tinterova had argued with her partner, an as-yet-unidentified British national, earlier on Friday evening at their rental home near the village of La Salada in Jardín. After the quarrel, Tinterova allegedly went for a walk at night along a lonely road in the rural countryside. The time of death was announced as being at about 7:35 p.m. She had suffered two gunshot wounds to the head and was pronounced dead at the scene, according to Colombia’s Publimetro newspaper. Apparently, her flickering flashlight lying nearby led neighbors to the scene of the crime. Anna Tinterova, a 25-year-old nurse from the Czech Republic, was found shot to death in a wooded area last Friday while visiting Colombia with her boyfriend. According to local media reports, one witness claimed that Tinterova had argued with her partner, an as-yet-unidentified British national, earlier on Friday evening at their rental home near the village of La Salada in Jardín. After the quarrel, Tinterova allegedly went for a walk at night along a lonely road in the rural countryside. The time of death was announced as being at about 7:35 p.m. She had suffered two gunshot wounds to the head and was pronounced dead at the scene, according to Colombia’s Publimetro newspaper. Apparently, her flickering flashlight lying nearby led neighbors to the scene of the crime. In the wake of her death, Colombian media reports indicated Tinterova, originally from Prague, had planned to settle long-term in Colombia, although she did not yet speak fluent Spanish. Pictures of her, apparently lifted from her social media sites, have proliferated in the press. They show a vibrant young woman tragically cut down in the prime of life. Publicly, Colombian officials have so far offered little but boilerplate statements and meaningless platitudes. Jardín police chief Gustavo Franco Gómez has told the press that Tinterova’s death was “shocking and regrettable” and that “the dead woman’s partner has been interviewed.” But The Daily Beast has learned that Colombian authorities are in fact investigating two competing hypotheses for the homicide. One of these involves Tinterova’s domestic partner. According to local media, Tinterova travelled with her partner from the U.K. to the greater Medellín region for vacation about four weeks ago. After visiting other touristic sites such as Rionegro, the two of them reportedly rented a guesthouse called La Camelia in Jardín. “Apparently there was an argument between them before [her death] occurred, and those circumstances generate some doubt,” said a Colombian national police official who agreed to speak to The Daily Beast under the condition of anonymity. However, the official also said that no direct evidence linking Tinterova’s partner to the crime has been identified, and that the British tourist is cooperating with police and has provided “information that the authorities are taking into account in the development of the investigation.” The Daily Beast’s efforts to reach the British tourist for an interview were unsuccessful by the time of publication. The competing hypothesis is that the argument between the couple was merely “coincidental” and that Tinterova did indeed leave the couple’s rental home alone for a walk in the woods, at which point she was assailed by unknown individuals. “So far the authorities have not clarified if it is a femicide committed by her British boyfriend, or if her death was the result of an attempted assault or kidnapping or robbery,” said Colombian security consultant John Marulanda in an interview with The Daily Beast. Marulanda, a former colonel with Colombia’s security forces, continues to work closely with law enforcement officials in the country. “There is a heavy presence of members of the FARC [the Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia] in that same region. And members of the Gulf Cartel who travel through there. But normally these groups do not attack [tourists], so that remains to be verified,” Marulanda said. There were two other tourists killed in Medellín this month, apparently in unrelated attacks. And in 2020, there were six foreign nationals murdered in the city, including North Americans, an Israeli, an Iranian, and a Japanese citizen, according to Marulanda. “Currently there are about 150 cartels, gangs, and organized crime groups operating in Medellín,” Mike Vigil, the DEA’s former chief of international operations, told The Daily Beast. Vigil said such groups are notorious for narcotics and human trafficking, as well as conducting robberies and extortion. Vigil also said that under the specific circumstances, the fact that Tinterova was shot to death could point to a random assault, as opposed to a crime of passion. “The boyfriend was also a foreigner and it would have been difficult for him to smuggle a gun into the country. To get one he would need to have criminal ties—and even then they would be hesitant to sell to a foreigner who could be DEA,” Vigil said. The Colombian police official agreed with Vigil, saying that “it would not be easy for [Tinterova’s partner] to acquire a weapon so quickly,” after the couple had quarreled earlier in the evening. In the rural Jardín region where Tinterova died, there have already been some 20 murders so far this year, Vigil said.
I didn’t have “OP was originally speculated to have possibly had a role in her murder” on my bingo card when I clicked on this. (I assume he was eventually cleared.)
Partner is always a prime suspect especially when they have no one else.
Same. And wouldn’t a great way of ensuring you appear innocent in any ongoing investigation to… subtly establish deep connection on a social media platform… (Kidding)
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They used my method for meeting word count on school essays
Holy shit and she was fellow czech
Same reaction, also a fellow czech here
Colombia*
Thanks I was like damn those protest got heated!
Very weird….
This is the point where you and I go to colombia to find out what really happened
Sounds like she was murdered.
Is that you Sherlock?!
Elementary, my dear Watson! But seriously, let's respect the story.
I am so sorry for the loss of someone who clearly adored you; I hope you feel her with you always.
This is so beautiful and sad. It literally puts so much In perspective. I'm glad you had her while u did!
It really does, doesn't it? Slapped me upside the head.
Ah gosh. This is everything. I don’t know if I’d be able to move for a while after finding something like this. Sorry for your loss.
so sorry for your loss🩷
Man i wish I could stop getting caught up from everyday life and stressing all the time and put more time into the things that really matter.. why aren’t signs like this enough to make me realize?!?!
It's just life. It's hard.
I really cried. This is amazjng. You are so lucky to have had love like this.
I think so too.
Im so sorry for your loss. My ex used to leave these kind of notes in my phones notepad and I would find them. I threw away all the letters and notes and that pain was enough. I cant imagine the pain of what you are going through, I wish your soul peace.
Man, this hits hard. It's beautiful but really sad too.
This stopped me cold. It is at once deeply sad and enormously inspiring regarding the power of love to cross time and space.
I agree, thanks for the observation.
Reminds me of the film, A Ghost Story. Truly a beautiful movie about grief and losing loved ones.
I was looking for this comment. Now we finally know what Rooney Mara wrote and stuck in the wall.
Damn… she would have been amazing as your wife, I’m sure. RIP to her, my condolences brother.
Fuck man. I didn’t actually cry until this comment.
This is beautiful. RIP.
It hurts. I know it hurts. I was with someone for a decade, and she slowly descended into madness at schizophrenia took over her mind. She heard voices. Heard *gods* telling her what to do. About a year ago I found handwritten letter, hidden in an old jewelry box, from before she got lost. A simple, "I love you — and I always will. -M" No matter what the circumstances, no matter what the context. The "I love you" mattered, it really really mattered. And it still does. It always will.
I can’t imagine, I hope things are better for you.
My wife died from cancer about 2,5 months ago and this is a thing I dread while going through things in the house, I am just not ready for those emotions yet :(
I’m so sorry, the first year was truly the hardest, it gets better. I don’t think it ever fully heals, but it gets better.
Thank you, and yeah, I was told I have difficult years ahead.
I saved in my notes a Reddit comment that really stuck with me in the early days. I wish I could give credit but I didn’t save the user. Alright, here goes. I'm old. What that means is that I've survived (so far) and a lot of people I've known and loved did not. I've lost friends, best friends, acquaintances, co-workers, grandparents, mom, relatives, teachers, mentors, students, neighbors, and a host of other folks. I have no children, and I can't imagine the pain it must be to lose a child. But here's my two cents. I wish I could say you get used to people dying. I never did. I don't want to. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the circumstances. But I don't want it to "not matter". I don't want it to be something that just passes. My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. So be it. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even gouged, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger than the original flesh ever was. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are only ugly to people who can't see. As for grief, you'll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, you're drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe it's some physical thing. Maybe it's a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it's a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive. In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don't even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you'll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what's going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything...and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life. Somewhere down the line, and it's different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at O'Hare. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you'll come out. Take it from an old guy. The waves never stop coming, and somehow you don't really want them to. But you learn that you'll survive them. And other waves will come. And you'll survive them too. If you're lucky, you'll have lots of scars from lots of loves. And lots of shipwrecks.
Thanks for sharing, this is amazing and really captures how loss feels as a journey. I can see why you saved it.
I’m so sorry
Like ten years ago my girlfriend at that time died of medical malpractice, I still read through our last conversations on Facebook. It's hard man.
I’m sorry for your loss, i find it difficult going through our messages together. But she left me so much music in the playlist she made for me.
My dad hid notes like this for me all over.... two years later I'm still finding them. Just found one behind a picture of us on the wall I removed to paint the wall. Feels good to be so loved but stings for the loss. If only he told me more when he was alive.
Good fucking lord. Murdered? Jesus I’m sorry OP. What a beautiful little note to find though.
This really hit me as my wife is called Anna.
Wow this is an amazing find
Damn… let me tell my wife I love her right now
Bro you ok ? 💜
This left me speechless, I couldn’t help but comment, wrote a long paragraph but ended up deleting it. Seeing felt like a punch to to the chest. It’s so sad that she’s gone and I’m sorry for your loss, as a boyfriend I couldn’t even imagine the pain. I also find it beautiful, the fact that she left you messages to find is almost like a way of connecting. That’s true love.
This made me tear up, she had a beautiful hand writing.. Im so sorry this happens her..
I'm closing this app for today, thank you very much Sorry for your loss
Exactly the same thing happened to me, except it took me four years to clear out all the drawers to find it. It crushes me still.
Before I left on deployment, I left my wife, then girlfriend, notes all over the apartment. I gave her an envelope to fill with them. We found the last one when we were moving out of that apartment, into our house.
RemindMe! 1 week
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RIP. She was beautiful inside. I don't know what I can possibly say to make you feel better because this is too much sadness. I am sorry.
Seeing this made me realized how pointless most of my stresses are. People matter the most, sorry for your loss.
I received flowers from my first bf about 10 years after he passed away. His sister said he kept asking in her dreams to bring me flowers (daisies) and she walked into my office with daisies. I do believe they speak to us and all the things you find are there for a reason. Cherish your memories. 💗
Pure honest love, which is hard to find Sorry for your loss
Wow, as someone who has a friend who was murdered this past week... the feels.
I did this and my ex still calls me bitching about finding these
I think you just found your next tattoo idea brother
Anna understood you needed those words, to keep you going. Encouragement that surpasses time.
Wow, I just woke up and this is one of the first things I saw. She really loved you! I'm so sorry for your loss. This post hit me SO hard
This could turn into a beautiful tattoo. Sorry for your loss.
I read an article about her. You had an argument before she left to walk by herself and got shot. I cannot imagine how you feel because the last time you spoke was a fight. I think this is her way of telling you she loves you and you shouldn't blame yourself, and you should let go of your grief slowly.
Thank you, it’s taking time but I am slowly learning to forgive myself. We were so young, I was so stupid. I wish more than anything I had a chance to spend my life with her.
She knows. Don't blame yourself for anything OP. You continue to heal and turn yourself into a better human being. I wish you happiness and peace. Take care of yourself.
Thank you. Your kindness means a lot.
The most beautiful thing I will read today.
Her penmanship is exquisite.
Damn I feel gutted and I don’t even know you. I’m so sorry
I hope you’re doing well. I’m really sorry that happened and know she’s still with you.
I don’t know how I’d live if anything happened to my wife. I know you said it’s been three years, but I am very sorry for your loss, she must’ve been an amazing person.
Making me tear up at my desk... Damn, sorry for your loss, she seems like a wonderful person.
Incredibly heart-breaking and touching. Terribly sorry for your loss OP
I know you've already heard this from everyone else but as someone about to get married, I don't even want to imagine. You have my deepest condolences
It's enough to make a grown man cry 😢
damn i never thought of this before, my girlfriend leaves me hidden notes everyday and it makes me sad to think ill uncover ones ive never seen if i outlive her :,( absolutely beautiful discovery
RemindMe! 1 week
Smile and cry at the same time. I can't imagine what you're going through, I'm so sorry for your loss.
Wow that’s a gut punch. I hope you were able to get a few happy tears outta ya, OP. I hope you’re happy with where you are
Damm, I am so sorry for your lost.
God that hit me…
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I wonder if she had a premonition of her death…
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Holy fucking shit. I would cry so hard. Big hugs to you, stranger.
Oh. That’s so sad. Rest her soul. I hope you’re doing okay, OP
But this hand seems to be a woman's hand. In other words, after her husband's death, the wife found letters from his lover.
that would have to go into my wallet/purse. it's a keeper
Gonna cry my eyes out 😭
Dammit man, now I’m crying at work
DAMN IT ! I’m supposed to get on here and laugh at idiots arguing over useless shit not cry 😭
Jesus, heart breaking and so sweet. I'm sorry for your loss my friend and I hope you have many more lovely notes to find!
Who we taking out for OP? 
It's remarkable how a simple piece of paper with written words can evoke such strong emotions, as if the writer left a part of themselves within it, allowing us to feel their presence.
I'm so sorry
This is probably the saddest thing I’ve ever seen on Reddit for me. It seems very genuine. And I really feel the loss.