You’re just someone, not my only one. It took a while for me to mellow into to that frame of mind. I will always be grateful for what we shared and the memories I have of us. For a time we were special together. Finally that is enough. K.E.
We must be willing to let go
of the life we have planned,
so as to have the life that is waiting for us.
E. M. Forster
It seems my only purpose was to help you find out who you’re really in love with. Now you’ve gone back to her and I’m left here all alone with a broken heart that still loves you. You got found and I got left behind. One sided-love is painfully dark and lonely. T.P.
In the arithmetic of love,
one plus one equals everything,
and two minus one equals nothing.
Without hesitation or reservation I opened my heart to you. All I was and hoped to be I gave to you. It was enough… for a while. Then you grew restless and in time, mean to me. Why didn’t you just leave instead of staying around and breaking my hard? A.S.
I think anyone who opened their heart enough
to love without restraint and subsequently
were devastated by loss knows
that in that moment you are forever changed;
a apart of you is no longer whole.
Some will never again love with that level
of abandon where life is perceived
as innocent and the threat of loss seems implausible.
Love and loss, therefore, are linked.
Donna Lynn Hope
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.
A web of deceit came from you and I loving each other. You were unfaithful. I got even by doing the same thing. Anger grew. Animosity thrived. A stack of lies piled up while compassion for each other evaporated. We’re done my Darling. G.D.
When two people decide to get a divorce,
it isn’t a sign that they “don’t understand” one another,
but a sign that they have, at last, begun to.
Reading the last eight months in my diary it’s clear I’m stuck. I’ve written how much I love and miss you. Of course, that doesn’t help. I’ve put down my anger and how much I loathe what you did to me. That doesn’t help either. My heart is frozen shut with you in it. J.G.
Make me forget him…
I don’t want to remember he existed.
I don’t want to remember his face
That could either make me or break me with one look.
I don’t want to remember that he was into me.
I don’t want to think “what if”;
Those thoughts don’t exist in our future.
So wipe away his face,
Wipe away my disappointment;
Cure my hurt and my anguish;
Make all my sorrow and despair
vanish out of my life just like he did.
Always I’ll remember that since you loved me once, even after twenty-five years there will still be some of that love left. No matter how much you deny it that love will be there. Whatever comes to you now or later my love for you will be part of its foundation. J.B.
At some point,
you have to realize
that some people
can stay in your heart
but not in your life.
I’m over our breakup and have moved on, but still don’t understand how could you be so kind and loving and then be the exact opposite? I thought you loved me. Then you hated me. Did I do something to deserve that? What happened? What went wrong?
I don’t know what it was
that made me love you.
Or what it was that made you
hate me the way you do.
I remember what you said
And I remember what you did
And it never made sense.
You were there
And then you weren’t.
You had my heart
And I had yours
You said it was love
So I stayed.
Maybe it was too much;
Maybe it wasn’t enough.
But I will never forget
The way you made me feel;
Like I was everything,
And I will never forget
The way you made me feel
Like I was nothing
Antonio M. Arce
It took a divorce to teach me how marriage should work. That’s what I thought. Love has failed again and another decree is in my hands. The Eight Rules of Getting Over a Divorce: Fall down. Grieve. Get up. Try again. Forgive. Let go. Learn. Move on. J.B.
Americans, who make more of marrying for love
than any other people, also break up more of their marriages,
but the figure reflects not so much the failure of love
as the determination of people not to live without it.
My dreams seemed so possible before you. Then I imagined falling madly for someone and being happy with them for the rest of my life. Now I’m afraid. My dreams are broken. My belief in love is no longer pure and naive. I hate being a ‘grown-up’. R.P.
We ruined each other by being together.
We destroyed each other’s dreams.