Maybe they’re right. Maybe I did get my hopes up too high. Maybe I was in over my head. Maybe it was stupid of me for ever thinking you loved me. Maybe I was just tired of being alone and pretended you cared when I knew you didn’t. Now you’re only a regret. G.T.
… every glittering kiss and every touch of flesh
is another shard of heart you’ll never see again.
Loving you has been like getting hurt from falling,, although you can’t see the damage. Outwardly there is no proof you wounded me, but I’ll always know what you did. I love you. I forgive you. But I’ll always wish you had not done what you did. Y.K.W.
No one can promise they’ll never hurt you
because at one time or another, it will happen.
The real promise is if the time you spend together
will be worth the pain in the end.
The worst feeling in the world is
knowing you’ve been used and lied to.
You hardly want to touch me, but I remember when you couldn’t keep your hands off me. I’m the same person you said you’ve love forever. What happened? Did you get tired of me? Is there someone else? I feel there is, but am afraid to ask for fear you’ll say “Yes, there is”. A.N.
How do I mend a broken heart?
My entire world has fallen apart.
How do I find hope in a brand new day,
when the one I love has gone away?
My mind overflows with memories of you,
of all that we’ve shared, all that we knew.
I long for your touch and your warm embrace,
the look in your eyes, the smile on your face.
My dreams are filled with your soft gentle kiss,
I wake and cry for all that I miss.
From “Lost Without You” by Jenna
First posted on April 30, 2012
A turning point came. Grief grew from it for both of us. Our love was severely tested and its strength proven. Wounds are still healing, but the future looks bright. From the ashes of great pain is growing the greatest happiness I’ve ever known. J.R.B.
Grief, is also a form of joy.
The rose celebrates,
by falling apart,
petal by petal.
by weeping over,
Your unfaithfulness was the ultimate in selfishness. You tainted everything we have shared, or ever will share, for short-lived pleasure. I know you love me. Yes, I still want you. Yes, I believe I can learn to trust you. But I will always know what you are capable of. J.R.
The worst kind of hurt is betrayal,
because it means someone was willing to hurt you
just to make them self feel better.
People are always fascinated by infidelity because, in the end – whether we’ve had direct experience or not – there’s part of you that knows there’s absolutely no more piercing betrayal. People are undone by it. Junot Diaz
For months you convinced me you had changed and your past was behind you. All the way you were still playing your dirty little compulsive games. Even in bed you made plans for sex with others while I lay beside you. Dirty, Rotten, Evil. B.C.
F#@& You for cheating on me.
F#@& you for reducing it to the word cheating.
As if this were a card game, and you sneaked a look at my hand.
Who came up with the term cheating, anyway?
A cheater, I imagine. Someone who thought liar was too harsh.
Someone who thought devastator was too emotional.
The same person who thought,
oops, he’d gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
This isn’t about slipping yourself an extra twenty dollars
of Monopoly money. These are our lives.
ou went and broke our lives.
You are so much worse than a cheater.
You killed something.
And you killed it when its back was turned.
From “The Lover’s Dictionary” by David Levithan