Artist — dude. In the immortal words of Waylon Jennings, you’re looking for love in all the wrong places. Nobody but me is likely to read a Cute Overload post from almost a year ago, and trust me, I’m not the chick you’re looking for. You might try actually getting to know someone. And lose the “telepathy” noise; that won’t do you any good. Seriously.

Dear Anonymous,

This website was a search result and I couldn’t believe my eyes when
I read your letter, because the period you described matches with an
experience of my own last year. Here’s the story;

3 years ago I’ve met a woman and I’m trying to find her again.
During the short time I saw her (only 4 days) I suddenly fell
in love with her. I still remember that Friday when I wanted
to get away from that place as soon as possible because
these feelings were tearing me apart.

She came running towards the elevator and I thought she needed to catch
her train (she told she came by train).
The doors of the elevator closed, she didn’t look at me and she acted like
there was something wrong but at that time it was all very confusing to me.
How I loved her, how I wanted her, how I longed for her, how my heart
broke in millions of pieces when I told her goodbye. I walked to the station
like a zombie with tears in his eyes. How I wanted to ask her out, but in those
days it was too difficult because I had to deal with my own problems.
I still hoped to see her at the station that Friday, but she didn’t show up.

This woman became my new muse and last year around July – August
I went through a very strange event that really turned me upside down.

Last year I suddenly felt the same strong emotions and love again for
her just like in 2004. This was something new to me, falling in love
with the same person for the second time. But this time the feeling
was also mixed with worries about her, like she was going through
something difficult, a struggle of her own.
These emotions were so strong that it made me ill real bad.
I couldn’t eat anymore for weeks and the strange thing about it all
(it might sound crazy) is that something told me that she felt the
same way, like some kind of telepathic emotional connection.

Then there is something else; I think I saw her a couple of times in the
street where I live in. I’ll describe one time I’m the most certain of it was
her. One time this girl was walking down my street with a guy and a dog.
The guy walked on and the girl stopped and turned towards my view,
(I was working on my car and I was too far away from the street to
recognize a face clearly) she stared at me and then walked further.

It seemed impossible this was the woman I met 3 years ago because she lived
in another city and there are some girls in my street who look like her. I presumed
it was one of these girls, maybe together with a kind of imagination, like me wanting
to believe it was she. Strangely enough, before this woman walked by, I had such
an enormous feeling she was in my neighborhood and then suddenly this
happened. The girls in my street who look like her wouldn’t act this way and I
realize now she possibly knows where I live, but why then not say something?
That she suffers from depression could explain this. I understand, because
I know very well how it feels like!

I’ve missed and I’ve loved her so much and these last years have been very hard.
Normally I love working on my projects, but she’s still on my mind and that
makes it difficult. Just to see her again, would mean a lot.

Only that specific woman can recognize the situations I have been describing
in this letter and I hope she will contact me.

Real love made me search for her and if you are the person I have been
looking for and if you felt it too 3 years ago and last year, this is truly unique.
It could absolutely be that I was the only one who felt it and that she never
even thought about me. If this is the case, you accept it and move on with
your life. Not knowing anything (where and how is she?) feels like torture.

Thanks for reading my story.

With kind regards,

Artist

Yep. Thanks for posting this letter. I guess alot of us are kindreds in that sense. Hodgehogs seem to eliminate my anxiety.

I can’t tell you how much this posting meant to me. I have been battling depression for over a year now, and I’m so touched to find people like me who also use C.O. as a pick me up. I can’t wait until I am ready for my own pet, but ’till I can give it the care it needs, C.O. is the next best thing. Bless all of you!

This is a wonderful story. I think the hardest part of living with depression (for me) is forgetting about the beautiful things in the world. I’ve known of this site for about a year and I make myself look at it during those rough patches. It really helps. I’m glad to know others have discovered this, as well.

Aw that’s so nice! Yes I studied Occupational Therapy and pet therapy is a proven moodlifter )
I also have suffered from depression twice and would have loved to have the new treats of cuteness on cuteoverload, had I been enlightened! The internet is so good if u r feeling a bit reclusive too, so I think the stickers would be great for the cuteness appreciation. Maybe they could be at local Dr’s waiting rooms (if we can convince them, but when they see the site – they’ll love it!).

I’ve always been a generally happy person, but CuteOverload really helped me out last winter when I was stressed out and anxious and lonely and miserable. I say we petition psych researchers to study the healing power of cuteness.

My husband recently went into a facility for suicide/depression and he loves cute overload. Prior to entering the facility we would go on the site and find cute pics, especially pups and print one out and he would carry it in his pocket for moments of bliss. We have 2 pups of our own as well and as the saying goes “happiness is a warm puppy”. He’ll still say “what’s the daily cuteness” and we’ll check the email or go onto the site. It really is a fabulous way to find joy and thank you so much for making this website. )

arbed,

and we will be here whenever you want to say it.

/peace out!

P.S.: the same goes for the rest of you wonderful peeps! and lurkers (we know you are there).

I have so much I’d like to say here that I’m afraid I cannot bring myself to say any of it. So, I’ll just stick with “Peace, love, and hugs to all”.

Debra