From the moment we met passion and feelings of attachment swept us away. As the winds of attraction calmed I found myself trying to be what I thought you wanted, instead of who I was. In time I grew to hate myself. To save me, I had to leave you. G.T.
As soon as the love relationship
does not lead me to me,
as soon as I in a love relationship
do not lead another person to himself,
this love, even if it seems to be the most secure
and ecstatic attachment I have ever experienced,
is not true love.
For real love is dedicated to continual becoming.
I know there were many before me, but I hope to be the last; your enduring love. How do I stop this discomfort in my heart from the fear you’re going to hurt me? Today I am what you want, but what about next month, next year? Will you still want me then? M.M.
Will you love me, please?
When I’m bored, when I cry, when I tease?
Will you love me when I’m reading and don’t talk?
Or when I’m too tired to go on a walk?
Will you love me when I don’t feel like kissing?
When the last thing I want is to touch?
Will you love me when I hate me?
My I ask this, or is it too much
Hurting me without explanation and later telling me it was for my own good is deceitful. It’s up to me to choose if I want to be with you. Your place is not to decide you’re fit or unfit for me. That’s about you selfishly battling your own demons; not what is best for me. R.P.
Perhaps the reason we are unable to love
is that we yearn to be loved, that is,
we demand something (love)
from our partner instead of
delivering ourselves up to him
demand-free and asking
for nothing but his company.
I read some where that “a heartbreak is a blessing from God. It’s just His way of letting you realize He saved you from the wrong one”. No matter how true that is, my heart is still broken and I am a long way from being over you. Love dies slowly. F.P.
The heart dies a slow death,
shedding each hope like leaves
until one day there are none.
No hopes. Nothing remains.
When someone asks what I think about you, my response is always “not my type”. That’s a lie. I am secretly in love with you and have never told anyone how I feel. My fear is you’ll reject me. Those thoughts are paralyzing. I can’t go on living like this. C.S.
Have you ever denied
your feelings for someone
because your fear of rejection
is too hard to handle?
We tell lies when we are afraid…
You hurt me in little ways you don’t even notice. Scanning and half reading my texts makes me wonder if you really care. Not calling when you say you will is upsetting. Making small promises and not following through pains me. Do you love me or not? B.R.J.
Don’t be mad
when someone else starts
to appreciate the person
you took for granted.
What you won’t do,
someone else will.
I believe you love me, but I’m afraid that will change some day. You’ve been with so many. There is no certainty that I, alone, can be enough for you. How do I calm my fear? Why did they leave you behind or did you leave them? My love is haunted by your past. G.T.
Afraid that I might lose you…
Afraid that you might find someone else…
Afraid that your love for me will end…
Afraid that everything we have gone through,
Might not mean the same as what it means to me…
Afraid that you’ll forget…
Afraid that you’ll give up…
Afraid that you’ll stop caring…
Afraid that you’ll get tired…
Afraid that something will come up and ruin us…
Afraid that you’re not afraid…
Afraid that I love you too much…
Afraid to lose you…
I fear it more than anything in this world…
Because you, my Dear,
is who my heart has chosen to love,
My fear is greater than I will ever be..
So I ask of you..
Simply love me more than you ever thought you could love…
Just love me….