It took a long time, but I finally was able to fall in love again. And for loving you I learned how to love better. This time I won’t make the same mistakes or do the same stupid things. Heart, mind and soul I am healthy and able to love like never before. D.L.
It feels like I’ve dried up my tears
And fought my way out
of this darkness
which used to possess
every part of my being
but now, it feels like
I am finally healing.
No more are the mascara stained pillows
No more is the feeling of drowning in sorrow
Gone is the emptiness in which I used to feel
Seems like real life has re’gained it’s appeal.
I know I’m kinda crazy. I get afraid and say stupid crap. I worry too much and illogically fear losing you although you’ve never given me a single reason to. I care for you beyond explanation and need you beyond logic. You love is like oxygen to me. C.B.
What most people call loving consists
of picking out a woman and marrying her.
They pick her out, I swear, I’ve seen them.
As if you could pick in love,
as if it were not a lightning bolt
that splits your bones
and leaves you staked out
in the middle of the courtyard.
You don’t pick out the rain
that soaks you to a skin
when you come out of a concert.
It hurts to think this may not work out, but I want it to. We’re very different and the years between us take their toll sometimes. How do I stop this turmoil inside me? All I know to do is keep going, hoping and keeping my love for you at the top of my heart. Y.M.
The worst lies are the lies we tell ourselves.
We live in denial of what we do,
even what we think.
We do this because we’re afraid.
We fear we will not find love,
and when we find it we fear we’ll lose it.
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
Holding you as you cried until you made yourself sick was one of the hardest things I have ever done. My arms were around your waist as your intense emotions made you throw up. You said I’m sorry” and I believe you. I ended up loving you even more. C.B.
The greatest love
the hardest conditions…
At first losing you filled me with pain and little else. As time passed I began to see how blessed I was to have loved you and to have been loved by you. Sometimes a person comes into a life and then passes on but that makes the goodness of that love no less. B.F.
I’d rather love a million times
and have my heart-broken every time,
than hold a permanently empty heart forever.
We know our relationship is likely doomed no matter how much we love each other. You’re in the ‘Spring of your life’ and I am in late ‘Fall’. Age does matter, or at least the experience of age or the lack of it matters. For as long as we have, I am grateful. G.W.
The difference between
like, love and in love,
is the same as the difference between
for now, for a while and forever.
Three times I have loved with all my heart. Twice I was hurt and left behind. Now I realize the other two were sent into my life to grow my heart’s ability to hold all the love inside I feel for you. For all my old pain that made it possible, I am grateful. M.E.
Sorrow is how we learn to love.
Your heart isn’t breaking.
It hurts because it’s getting larger.
The larger it gets, the more love it holds.
Rita Mae Brown
It’s an involuntary action once in a while when I’m walking alone and reach for your hand. At that moment I’m lost in thought remembering our days together. I forget for a split second you’re gone. I feel foolish, then sad, but end up feeling glad for a time when you loved me. C.B.
my empty hands
for your hands
For so long I have loved you that I can’t remember when I didn’t. Change and circumstances separated us. We went on with our lives with other people. With you my heart learned to love. Our first times are precious to me. I will treasure those memories always. R.Y.
Something about first love defies duplication.
Before it, your heart is blank. Unwritten.
After, the walls are left inscribed and graffitied.
When it ends, no amount of scrubbing
will purge the scrawled oaths and sketched images,
but sooner or later, you find that there’s space
for someone else, between the words and in the margins.
From “Where You Are” by Tammara Webber