Loving you was not the first time I’d given my heart, nor will it be the last. However, there’s something unmistakably unique about what I felt for you and feel to this very moment. I have resigned myself to it never changing. From a distance I will always love you. J.B.
Thinking of you is easy.
I do it every day.
Missing you is the heartache,
that never goes away.
Originally posted on July 31, 2012
It’s tough right now. I miss you, the things we did, our routines and how comfortable we used to be with each other. By choice, by deed, by accident or by death all relationships on Earth end. I know that and will hold you close in my heart for the rest of my days. S.E.
You are out of my sight,
but you will never be out of my heart.
I may not see your face,
but I will always remember your smile.
I will never hear your voice again
but you will forever whisper in my ear.
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.
I loved you when I was twenty-one and still when thirty-one rolled around. The years pass without you. People come and go. Some I remember well. Others I can’t even recall their names. Now I’m over forty and still in love with a man I can’t have. H.E.
The pain started years ago,
but I’d lived with it for so long
at that point that I’d accepted it
as an inevitable part of me.
by Ashley D. Wallis
I want to feel happy again. I’m tired of hurting. I want to be in your arms again. I tired of not sleeping at night. I am sick of wearing fake smiles. I am waiting for you make me show a real smile again. I’m lost without you! Please come back to me. S.D.
There are many persons ready
to do what is right because in their hearts
they know it is right. But they hesitate,
waiting for the other…
to make the first move
and he, in turn, waits for you.
Just because my eyes don’t show tears, doesn’t mean my heart is crying. Just because I am strong, doesn’t mean nothing is wrong. I pretend I’m happy, so I don’t have to explain to those who’ll never understand. Smiling is easier than explaining. R.W.
If a boy cries for a girl
that doesn’t mean he is stupid.
If a boy can’t move on to another girl
that doesn’t mean he is stubborn.
If a boy gets depressed for ‘one girl’
that doesn’t mean he is a loser.
If a boy always dreams about only ‘one girl’
that doesn’t mean he’s just got addicted to her.
If a boy is obsessed for one girl
that doesn’t mean he can’t be with any other girl.
If a boy is crazy for one girl
that doesn’t mean he has lost his mind…
All that means is…
He loves that girl so much
that he can’t love any other girl in the same way.
Standing with a quivering smile I was trying so hard not to cry as we said goodbye. Will you come back like you promised? Will your love remain strong through the distance? I will be here waiting, hoping and praying you’ll come home safely to me. K.B.
I want to be strong
for you right now
but the thought of you
leaving is killing me inside.
I begged and pleaded but you said you didn’t love me anymore. You wanted to leave, so I had to let you go. Life was hard for a long time. I’m doing okay now, but I have not forgotten you. The part of my heart with your name on it will never completely heal. R.P.
It’s you I’m thinking of.
In the morning
when I wake up.
In the evening,
it’s you that I dream of.
From “Things I’d Like To Say”
by the New Colony Six
It doesn’t hurt much anymore. My memories of you, of us, are good and I cherish them. Once in a while those old feelings come round. Then I remember how much I love you and how much I still yearn to be safe in your arms, skin against skin. B.C.
I was made and meant to look for you
and wait for you
and become yours forever.
You wonder why I hesitate. Everything I want to say I shouldn’t tell you. You belong to another. To be near you and not tell you how much love is in my heart for you is impossible. To be in your presence and not hold you would be unbearable.
It is a dull sensation, your heart breaking,
like the sound of a pebble dropping on the sand.
Not a shattering, not a tearing apart,
there is nothing shrill or grandiose about the sensation.
It is merely an internal realization that something treasured…
is leaving forever.
From “The Art of Devotion” by Samantha Bruce-Benjamin