I read some where that “a heartbreak is a blessing from God. It’s just His way of letting you realize He saved you from the wrong one”. No matter how true that is, my heart is still broken and I am a long way from being over you. Love dies slowly. F.P.
The heart dies a slow death,
shedding each hope like leaves
until one day there are none.
No hopes. Nothing remains.
It took falling in love again years after we parted to make me truly appreciate you. Before “us” I never knew what love or family was. I learned about those from being with you. I will forever be regretful of the pain I caused and grateful you loved me. C.B.
This is not a goodbye, my darling,
this is a thank you.
Thank you for coming into my life
and giving me joy,
thank you for loving me
and receiving my love in return.
Thank you for the memories
I will cherish forever.
But most of all,
thank you for showing me
that there will come a time
when I can eventually let you go.
What a mess you left me in: emotionally unstable, pregnant and brokenhearted. Maybe I simply got to be too much or maybe you never loved me at all. Every step now is agony, but I’m going to make it. I’m going to be okay and I’m going to do it by myself. E.O.
…I felt like my heart had been so thoroughly
and irreparably broken that there could be
no real joy again, that at best there might
eventually be a little contentment.
Everyone wanted me to get help and rejoin life,
pick up the pieces and move on, and I tried to,
I wanted to, but I just had to lie in the mud
with my arms wrapped around myself, eyes closed,
grieving, until I didn’t have to anymore.
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.
Even though we’re in love our life together is a great struggle. You’re from a country far away. We speak different languages and have trouble communicating. Culturally we’ve innocently offended each other repeatedly. Darling, we can’t do this to each other. E.H.
Moving on is easy.
It’s staying moved on
Katerina Stoykova Klemer
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
Deep down I know you’re not good for me. Being with you is like a toothache unattended that will fester and make me sick… heart-sick and heartbroken. Loving you has made me weak, but somehow I have to find the strength to get away from you. P.H.
You aren’t worth my tears
’cause all you do is make me cry.
You aren’t worth trusting
’cause all you do is lie.
You aren’t worth loving
’cause you’re breaking my heart…
So why am staying with you
when we’re better off apart?
Cut communication. Delete the number. Get rid of her stuff. Delete the pictures. Don’t go where you used to. Burn the letters. Give away the things she gave you. Don’t watch the shows and movies she liked. Ignore her. Avoid and forget. Stop loving her. J.R.
Some of us think
holding on makes
it is letting go.
My friends and family were right when they said I went crazy when you asked for a divorce. With the mention of that one word, my world became a dark place where I saw no future. It took months before the sheer agony of losing you began to fade L.S.
You can obsess and obsess
over how things ended…
what you did wrong
or could have done differently;
but there’s not much of a point.
It’s not like it’ll change anything.
Maybe they’re right. Maybe I got my hopes up too high. Maybe I was in over my head. Maybe it was stupid for me to ever think you loved me. Maybe I was just tired of being alone. It doesn’t matter. The time we shared was worth it no matter how much it hurts now. E.C.
The act of forgiveness
is the act of returning
to present time.
And that’s why when one
has become a forgiving person,
and has managed to let go of the past,
what they’ve really done is
they’ve shifted their relationship with time.