Out of the blue I started crying at lunch today, not because I miss you, but because I realized I’m going to be alright without you. It was a bittersweet moment with sadness for what was and happiness for knowing I will love again one day. E.L.
You leaving knocked me down hard. For months I cried your name into my pillow, but in time I began to heal and find new hope. I was grateful you didn’t try to stay in touch. Now you’re back and want to see me. Which way do I run? To you or away from you? R.P.
So I placed my heart
under lock and key
To take some time,
and take care of me
But I turn around
and you’re standing here.
No matter how much love we share or how hard we try, it’s just not working. We’re an unmatched pair with almost opposite ideas about the future. We both deserve to chase our dreams but that means we can’t be together. I’m sorry Darling. It won’t work. R.W.
There is no amount of communication or work
that can overcome being with someone
does not want what you want.
If inside you was half as pretty as the outside, loving you would have been joyful. Instead you brought little but anguish and pain. It’s as if you think because you are so beautiful you can do whatever you want, when you want. You still can, but without me! S.O.
Most people tend to think
the best of those
who are blessed with beauty;
we have difficulty imagining
that physical perfection
can conceal twisted emotions
or a damaged mind.
Love was here and now it’s gone. I can’t tell you why I was in love with you and now am not. It just happened. Maybe there is no forever and a relationship works only for its time, whether two years or fifty. We both need to move on before we end up hating each other. P.S.
Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes.
Don’t resist them; that only creates sorrow.
Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally
forward in whatever way they like.
Not your fault. Not mind either. Over time, distance didn’t make the heart grow fonder; it made it forget instead. Neither of us is to blame. A thousand miles between us is. We have to either find a way to live in the same city and try again or move on separately. K.M.
I am sorry, so very sorry, my poor heart.
I promised you that you would never have
to know such pain ever again, and that a life frozen
would be best. I let you thaw out for a woman,
taking a risk. It was slow, as to ease you back into
the warmth, that I chose to allow you out. I hoped
you would burn brighter than you once did, and
you showed so much more than I could have imagined.
You knew the risks as well as I, and followed my lead.
I am sorry, that this has happened once more.
You deserve so much more than this pain I have allowed.
I am glad I stopped talking to you. I miss you once in a while but then remember what a dishonest creep you are. You utterly and completely broke my heart. My feelings for you are just about all gone now and I’ll be happy to live the rest of my life without you. P.E.
…each heart is made
of a different stone -
no two feel alike
nor break the same way …
From “A Familiar Rain”
by John Geddes
What you did broke my heart into a thousand pieces and getting past that took a long time. Eventually I realized it was okay to love with all my heart and soul. However, the next time I won’t waste my love on someone unworthy who can’t love me full out in return. L.L.
What is love,
if not the
of all sanity,
Coco J. Ginger
Ours is the same old story that everybody knows: one heart holding on; one heart letting go. You want to “try” again like we’ve done fifty times. I know if we do it won’t turn out any different. It’s time we accept we don’t belong together. I am letting you go my Darling. J.J.
A sad thing in life
is that sometimes
you meet someone
who means a lot to you
only to find out in the end
that it was never bound to be
and you just have to let go.
It took time to look back and appreciate how much loving you benefited me. We broke each other’s heart but learned how to love by being together. What was then is no more but our time is a sweet treasure to me. My heart has healed now. I am ready to love again. T.P.
I hid my heart in a nest of roses,
Out of the sun’s way, hidden apart;
In a softer bed than the soft white snow’s is,
Under the roses I hid my heart.
Algernon Charles Swinburne