It hurts to say goodbye to the person you almost gave your life to knowing that life won’t be the same without them. But its better to give rather than know you’re the only one fighting. I fought for our love and lost. You barely tried. E.O.
Giving up doesn’t always
mean you are weak;
sometimes it means
that you are strong
enough to let go.
A friend made me feel better when he said, “Even though you failed in love and don’t have a special “someone” now, don’t worry! It’s nothing but your future partner’s prayer to keep you single until the two of you meet”. E.O.
Love is blind and love can be foolish.
Our heart doesn’t always love
the right people at the right time.
Sometimes we hurt the ones
that love us the most
and sometimes we love the ones
who don’t deserve our love at all.
Each day it feels like another piece of me dies. I am becoming numb. I’m just not right without you. It feels as if a necessary part of my body and soul has been removed, and while I am still breathing and alive, I will never be the same again. M.E.
I see what you did,
you ripped apart a heart
that was wanting to love you.
You tore a man who was so adamant
in his pursuit to love you.
Now he will never be the same,
he will always shy away from
fully trusting a woman with all of his heart.
If loving you with all my heart was enough to change you, we’d be living happily together. Things don’t work that way though. No matter how much I wish you’d behave differently and be faithful, I don’t think you ever will. I’ve had enough of this carnival side-show. F.L.
If life was a circus
I’d be your clown,
I’d get on your pony,
ride your merry-go-round.
If life was a circus
under your big tent,
make love with you forever
we’d be heaven spent.
If life was a circus
in your arena we would play,
with each other
forever, and a day.
But life is not a circus
I am not a clown,
all I can ever do
is watch your merry-go-round.
Life is too short to waste time with one who’s unworthy of my love. If I stay with you the right person for me will come along and I’ll miss them. I’ve been busy trying to change you, but I’m not going to do it anymore. You’re wrong for me and we both know it. A.L.
One rarely falls in love
without being as much attracted
to what is interestingly wrong with someone
as what is objectively healthy.
Alain de Botton
We fell in love and married a year later. The first two years were wonderful. Then the kids came. I know we both love them deeply, but that’s when the disconnect began. Now a few years after meeting, we’re living separate lives divorced. What happened? D.S.
One of the most difficult tasks in life,
is removing someone from your heart.
I’m lying here trying to sort out how our once great love became such a mess. We both did things that hurt the other, but nothing large enough to split us up. I guess the accumulation of lots of little wrongs added up to being big enough to break us. B.P.
I understand that if you have never suffered a broken heart,
then you have never really known what it is to truly be alive.
And I understand that at that precise moment,
when your heart breaks open, that all you want to do
is lay down and die! Because you know that is
the only way the pain is ever going to stop.
I hate you. I despise you. I’m disgusted by you. I loathe you. I detest you. I abhor you. I’m repulsed by you. I can’t stand you. I can’t bear to see you. I dislike you. You’re bad for me. You’re okay. I like you. I care for you. I’m fond of you. I love you. S.A.
Sometimes I love you,
sometimes I had you,
but there isn’t a day
that goes by that
I don’t miss you.
Once upon a time we fell deeply in love with each other. Everything was good for a while. Then you cheated on me. I got even by cheating on you. We forgave each other but the damage is done. We’ll never be the same. Don’t you see it’s over?
It can be difficult to leave a long-term relationship,
even when our inner-wisdom tells us it’s time to let go.
At this point, we can choose let go and endure
the intense pain of leaving behind the familiar
to make way for a new chapter in our life.
Or we can stay and suffer a low-grade pain
that slowly eats away at our heart and soul,
like an emotional cancer. Until we wake up one day
and realize, we are buried so deep in the dysfunction
of the relationship that we scarcely remember
who we were and what we wanted and needed to be.
Most days are okay. But there are those when I walk around numb, barely aware of my surroundings. The worst days come when I overdose on missing you. All together, I’m pretty good, but some days are really a bitch. I still miss you like crazy. S.O.
Up until the moment I lost her,
I had a wonderful life.
These moments now
are the ones that are hard.
I’m eager to depart this world
and rejoin her in the next.
Then, and only then,
will I finally be at peace.