Like an addict needs a drug, I need you. We have problems getting along, but even in the moments I despise you I still love you. You make me cry with pain and joy. Sooner or later one or the other has to take over. Will my heart be broken or made whole? Y.U.
I love you.
I hate you.
I like you.
I hate you.
I love you.
I think you’re stupid.
I think you’re a loser.
I think you’re wonderful.
I want to be with you.
I don’t want to be with you.
I would never date you.
I hate you.
I love you…
..I think the madness started the moment we met
and you shook my hand.
Did you have a disease or something?
My brain knows our relationship is over, but my heart refuses to accept it. Hidden there is still hope you’ll change your mind and forgive me. I thought in time my feelings would begin to fade, but that is not happening. I miss you… D.D.
I miss the way you used to hug me,
I miss the way you used to kiss my lips,
but most of all I miss the way you held me
and my heart. I miss you…
I looked for a long time. A day, a week, a month or a year eventually always showed each to be a bad match for me. Then you came along. We were so very happy until we made a mess of things. I can’t let go and don’t care who did what. I I only want you. C.A.
is hard to find,
hard to keep,
hard to forget.
I wonder how things might have turned out had we met at a different time. Never will there be doubt we loved each other, but we were committed to other people and dealing with the problems of those failing relationships. Is “us” still a possibility? D.K.
It’s scary being loved
because life is complicated
and all too often it throws you off balance
by sending you the right person at the wrong time.
There are parts of me where your fingerprints invisibly still exist, your kisses continue to linger and your soft whispers echo silently. And at least for now I don’t want that to change. I have not completely given up on us. Have you? A.S.
I hated myself
for needing him at such times,
for craving his strength
whenever I felt upset.
You’re in love with someone else that you are making a life with. In my mind I honestly want you to be happy. But my heart doesn’t listen and is still holding out for you even after the way you treated me. It believes you still love me. Am I being a fool?
I’m not crying because of you;
you’re not worth it.
I’m crying because my delusion
of who you were was shattered
by the truth of who you are.
Loving you is an exercise in extremes. We have great times filled with sweetness and love. Then there are the dark ugly days when you’re a completely different person. I’ve asked you over and over to get help for what’s wrong inside you. I can’t take this! J.B.
Nothing make me happier
and nothing makes me sadder
Because I am single a lot of people feel sorry for me. They see being unattached as some sort of sickness that needs to be cured. But I’m just fine; I really am. I’m taking time to soak up what my last heartbreak taught me so things are better next time. S.S.
Being single doesn’t mean
that you know nothing about love.
Sometimes being solo is wiser
than being in a false relationship.
I’m in pain because I really need you by my side. I don’t want to you to leave even though I always said that you could. I was lying. You’re my everything. I love you and need you for every part of my life. I’m sitting here just waiting for you, hope by hope. K.N.
Do you know that place
between being asleep and awake,
where you still remember your dreams?
That’s where I’ll always love.
That’s where I’ll always wait for you.
I have found love and wallowed in its joy and luxury. I have lost love and been swallowed up by its grief and poverty. Experiences with loving caused the fear of it grow, but courage to embrace it grew more. Knowing the risks does not slow a searching heart. B.P.
Beauty shines brighter
in the heart of him
who longs for it
than in the eyes
of him who sees it.