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My name is Lizzy, and this is my story.

I'm 23 years old and I'm currently taking BS Psychology. I'm the kind of person who's a hopeless romantic in love. Before, I was the type who believed in anniversaries, in handwritten letters, in staying. I thought love was about giving everything you have.

Then I had a huge heartbreak.

It wasn't loud. No shouting. He just woke up one day and didn't love me anymore. And I had to learn how to wake up every day and live in a world where the person who used to be my future was now just a stranger.

For a long time, I grieved like it was a death. Because in a way, it was.

Then one day I got tired of crying. I got tired of being the girl who got left. So I decided to become the opposite.

If being soft got me broken, then I will try being hard.

That's when I started doing wild things. Like FUBU.

Friends with benefits. No strings. No titles. No good morning texts. Just company for a night, then you leave.

At first, it felt powerful. I felt in control. I was no longer waiting by my phone. I was the one not replying. I was the one who could walk away. My friends said, "You're glowing now, Lizzy. You finally moved on."

But I hadn't moved on. I had just moved sideways.

Because the truth is, you can change your behavior overnight, but you can't change your heart that fast. My heart was still romantic. My brain was just trying to protect it by playing a role.

Every time I would meet someone new, I would have rules in my head:
1. Don't ask about their day too much.
2. Don't stay too long.
3. Don't catch feelings.

But rules 1 and 2 always led to breaking rule 3. Not because I liked them, but because I missed being cared for.

I remember one night, after one of those no-strings meetups, I was lying on my bed staring at the ceiling. And I asked myself a question we ask in psychology — "What need am I trying to meet with this behavior?"

And the answer was clear: I wanted to feel wanted, without the risk of being left again.

But FUBU was giving me the opposite. It was making me feel wanted for a few hours, and abandoned the rest of the time.

That night I cried, not for any boy, but for myself. For how far I had gone from who I really was.

So I stopped.

I didn't have a big dramatic realization. I just quietly quit. I deleted the apps. I said no to invites. I started staying in again.

I started romanticizing my own life again. I started making my bed in the morning. Making coffee slowly. Reading books that weren't about heartbreak. Going to my classes and actually listening, not just sitting there thinking about someone else.

I learned that being a hopeless romantic is not a flaw. It's a personality. It means I love deeply. And the work is not to kill that part of me, but to learn where to put it.

Now I'm learning to be romantic with myself. To take myself on dates. To write love letters to my future self. To be patient.

I still believe in love. Not the wild, fast, confusing kind. But the calm, safe, consistent kind. The kind that doesn't make me question my worth.

I don't know when that love will come. But I know when it does, I won't be the same girl who loves from a place of fear. I'll be the girl who loves from a place of wholeness.

My wild era taught me what I don't want. And that's just as important as knowing what I do want.

My name is Lizzy. I'm 23. I'm a psychology student. I'm a former hopeless romantic who tried to be heartless, failed at it, and decided to be a healing romantic instead.

And this is just the beginning of my story.
At a dating app I met a guy named Ethan he's a architect and he's very rich. He invited me to have a dinner with him after a fine dinner he ask me.
Ethan: Lizzy are you comfortable being with me?
Lizzy: Yes, why are you asking that?
Ethan: ahmm it's my first time to be in a dating app doing things like this and to have a date with you, I'm actually a nerd HAHAHA
Lizzy: it's fine now let's go
Ethan: yeah
After the dinner Ethan drive Lizzy home then he stop the car in the dark area and he unbuckle his seatbelt and slowly leans toward Lizzy to kiss her in the lips and Lizzy kiss Ethan back. Lizzy kissed ethan passionately like there's no tomorrow, then Ethan unbuttoned the blouse of Lizzy then he unbuttoned her bra and touched her boobs then he kissed it, he bite her big boobs Ethan wrap his hands towards Lizzy pants. Ethan rubbed his hands towards Lizzy vagina and Lizzy began to moan loudly in the car.
Lizzy: Ahhh ahhhhhhh ahhhhhhhh, fuck me Asap
Ethan: ohhh you want it babyyy then eat my dick
Lizzy: oh sure
Ethan: Ahhhh Ahhhh nice
Then after that Ethan eat the pussy of Lizzy then Lizzy moan loudly.
Lizzy: ahhh ahhhhh Ethan it's sooo good.. ahhhhh put your dick in my pussy!
Ethan oh yess babe here it is I'm coming
Ethan: I'm inside you ahhh ahhhhh
Lizzy: ahh ahhh Ethan!
Ethan: do you want me to go faster ahh ahhh shit
Lizzy: yes ahh ahhh fuck me hard please ahh ahhh
Ethan: if you want it babe ahh ahhh aggh
Lizzy: Ahhhh Ahhhh Ethan! Ahhh it's sooo yummy ahhhhh aghhhhhh ethannnnn aghhhhh
Ethan: aghhh aghhhh aghhh Lizzy what on earth are you you're so delicious ahghhhh
After 30 minutes their love making end.
Lizzy: woooo that was fantastic!
Ethan: yes babe you can't fuck anyone unless it's me because from now on you're mine Lizzy
Lizzy: HAHAHA you're funny so do you want me?
Ethan: yes I want everything from you, I love you Lizzy
Lizzy: are you serious you love me?
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