Loving then losing stripped my heart of color and vibrance for a while. More than a year went by after you said goodbye before good memories of us began to paint the cracks of my heart with tints and hues of effervescent gratefulness for remembered love. C.W.
Love is eternal…
the aspect may change, but not the essence
There is the same difference in a person before
and after he is in love as there is in an unlighted lamp
and one that is burning. The lamp was there
and was a good lamp, but now it is shedding light too,
and that is its real function.
Vincent Van Gogh
With you I learned to love. I learned how to live, laugh and be happy. And I learned how to cry with from a level of pain never felt before. Now you’re gone. I have to get over you and go on by myself. Even knowing where we’d end up, I would still do it all again. S.E.
Love can give you such happiness,
then can break the very heart it filled,
leaving a hole that can never be fixed
or protected by any armour.
I tried rid my heart of you. I pretended my feelings weren’t true and lied when I told others I’d purged my feelings. Now with acceptance a part of me will always love you, I feel better. There is healing and finally I’m moving on without my heart having to forget. S.A.
open their hearts?
“They get better.”
Falling in and out of love with you had a purpose. The heartbreak prepared me to appreciate the love of my life when it arrived. There will always be a little spot with your initials inscribed on it tucked away safely in my heart. First love never completely dies. A.P.
In Nature, things are broken with a purpose:
clouds break to pour rains,
rivers break to water fields,
fields break to yield crops,
seeds break to yield plants
… so if ever you feel broken,
understand that you must be part
of a better and more beautiful purpose…
I’ll never forget: driving from the airport after not being together for weeks; the gift of yourself with a bow in a strategic spot; a French maid costume surprise; the noisy headboard the first time we made love. I smile to recall sweet memories only death can take away. C.K.
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann’d:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
“Remember” By Christina Rossetti 1830–1894
On the floor I sat by the side of the bed trying to not disturb your sleep with sniffles coming with my tears. I’ve never know a sadder time, but will always be grateful for the undying love in my heart at that moment. It was then I learned how much I could love. B.R.
Just because someone
doesn’t love you the way
you want them to,
they don’t love you
with all they have.
I still find physical traces of you: a music tape you sent me mixed in with others, photos on a hard drive saved from an old computer, a big Valentines Day card packed away at the bottom of a stereo box. It’s been over 20 years and you’re still very much with me. M.E.
Covered now with lines and creases,
Tickets torn in half
Memories in bits and pieces,
Traces of love long ago
That didn’t work out right.
Traces of love.
From the song “Traces” by the Classics IV
The days are clear in memory when I couldn’t go more than ten minutes without thinking of you. Over time that yearning faded into the back of my mind; by no means cured, but put away safe. I’m glad I never got over you. It tells me the strength of my feelings. A.G.
“You’ll get over it…”
It’s the clichés that cause the trouble.
To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever.
You don’t get over it because ‘it” is the person you loved.
The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never loses.
How could it?
This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it.
Why would I want them to?
From “Written on the Body” by Jeanette Winterson
Can a heart be unbroken? Long I thought that to be impossible but I’m coming to see it is possible. But like all great transformations, a catalyst is needed for change to begin. After all this time learning how much you really loved me is healing my heart. Thank you. M.E.
When love wants to go
don’t hold it back,
loosen the ties
let them go slack.
No word can ever
hold back a flood
or turn dead leaves
Let love take its leave
it was but a guest,
a troubled spirit
who couldn’t find rest.
Look truth in the face
and dignity reigns,
brush away the tears,
start to live again.
“Let Go” by Mary-Jo Wilson
The better part of me wants to run as fast as possible to find you and hold you. And there is anxiety aroused by the old wounds of us that scream “get away”. I won’t run. I will face my fears. Whatever risk I am taking is worth it. You have my trust. I believe in you. H.E.
Like a bedraggled moth am I,
Drawn dizzily, yet inexorably
Toward the soft ethereal light
That shines from the eyes of a silken Goddess:
Poor stupid creature!
What hope for me?
by Danny Rowden