Everyday at work I see you. We hang out in the same crowd on weekends. “Best friends” you often say we are, but for me it’s so much more. What am I supposed to do with all this love in my heart? Am I destined to carry it forever and you never know it’s there? C.A.
I hate the way you talk to me,
and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big, dumb combat boots
and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick —
It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you’re always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh —
Even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you’re not around.
And the fact that you didn’t call.
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you —
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
“10 Things I Hate About You”
By Katarina “Kat” Stratford
At night I dream of you. Thoughts about you bounce in my head all day. You’re my sister’s best friend and have been in our lives since we were little. I’ve loved you for so long I can’t recall when it started. I wish I had the strength to tell you and find out if you love me too. L.K.
You can make believe it happens
or pretend that something’s true.
You can wish or hope or contemplate
a thing you’d like to do.
But until you start to do it,
you will never see it through
‘cause the make-believe pretending
just won’t do it for you.
We moved too fast! Our haste created a firebreak where all possibility of love was burned out in blaze of passion. How unwise it was to allow our friendship to join the list of lovers we’ve known! Lovers are common and easy to locate. A true friend is rare; a difficult gift to find. J.R.
If little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you
Little by little.
If suddenly you forget me
Do not look for me
For I shall already have forgotten you.
From “If You Forget Me” by Pablo Neruda
I was wrong to think you saw me as ”the one” you loved. I wanted that so badly! So when I’d ask you out and you were kind and sweet to me I thought there was more to it than you intended. You never led me on. I created my broken heart with my own delusion. B.D.
It’s amazing, some people say these small things,
one sentence, and it changes the way you feel about them in an instant.
Small little words that can hurt you so much
or make you fall deeply in love forever.
It changes everything.
Nothing between you is ever really the same again
even if they don’t know it, it still happens.
We’re from different cultures. Our religions aren’t compatible. Our families don’t get along. You’re well educated. I didn’t finish high school. You’re rich, I’m poor. There’s so much distance separating us. It’s hard to admit but love is not enough to make it all OK. K.S.
There are things that
We don’t want to happen
But have to accept;
Things we don’t want to know
But have to learn;
We can’t live without
But have to let go.
Not once could I find the words. No time or place was ever just right for me to say “I love you”. We’ve been friends for seven years. I’ve loved you as far more than that for five of them. I waited too long and now you’re engaged. Do I keep my secret forever or tell you? W.F.
There is no greater agony
than bearing an untold story
If only I could have found courage to say how I truly felt things might be different now. We stayed just friends even though you wanted more. I didn’t know how to let you in although I’ve been in love with you for years. Now your heart belongs to another. It’s too late. 失恋
Love comes when manipulation stops;
when you think more about the other person
than about his or her reactions to you.
When you dare to reveal yourself fully.
When you dare to be vulnerable.
Dr. Joyce Brothers
We’re friends who never should have been lovers. It’s my fault for believing fond affection between friends was the same as the romantic love between partners. I pushed. You went along. Now everything is all messed up, you’re gone and we’re not friends anymore. C.C.
There are those who pass like ships in the night,
who meet for a moment, then sail out of sight
with never a backward glance of regret,
folks we know briefly then quickly forget.
Then there are friends who sail together,
through quiet waters and stormy weather,
helping each other though joy and through strife.
And they are the kind who give meaning to life.
I wish I could tell you things like I use to. You were the one I told all my secrets to. You were the one that I constantly wanted to be with. I wish you hadn’t left. I wish you hadn’t hurt me. I wish you were still my best friend. I miss you. V.H.
Sometimes I wish
I were a little kid again,
skinned knees are easier
to fix than broken hearts.