My love; my love; my love. How do I live without you? My life has been entangled with yours for so long I am lost without you. You’re gone and there is nothing I can do except grieve my loss and know life will never be as full of color and joy ever again. S.W.
When tomorrow starts without me,
And I’m not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
All filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn’t cry
The way you did today,
While thinking of the many things,
We didn’t get to say.
I know how much you love me,
As much as I love you,
And each time that you think of me,
I know you’ll miss me too;
But when tomorrow starts without me,
Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name,
And took me by the hand…
From the song “Memories”
written by Margi Harrell
We’re so different and the dissimilarities have taken their toll. Only time will tell if the differences will win or if love will. Either way, the love we have shared will always be. Nothing can take away the beauty we have shared and the wounds will heal… in time. C.B.
I’m here. I love you.
I don’t care if you need to stay up crying all night long,
I will stay with you.
There’s nothing you can ever do to lose my love.
I will protect you until you die,
and after your death I will still protect you.
Why do you love me? Why do you want me in front of all others? There are times when such questions ring in my head and make me crazy. I’m sorry that happens, but there are moments when I wonder why someone so young and beautiful would want me. J.R.
…love is a two-sided coin. It can strengthen or stifle,
expand or enfeeble, perfect or pauperize.
When love is returned, we soar.
We are taken to heights unseen, where it delights,
invigorates, and beautifies.
When love is spurned, we feel crippled,
disconsolate, and bereaved.
Polish the coin and you will see
only requited love on both sides.
I was destined to love you
and I will belong to you forever.”
You’re asleep. I wish I was sleeping in the bed with you, but I’m up wondering how this is going to turn out. You’re pulling away and it feels like you’re moving towards cheating again. I don’t know what to do. So I will take my chances and hope for the best. T.G.
-When she pulls away… Pull her back
-When you see her start crying…Hold her and don’t say a word
-When you see her walking… Sneak up and hug her waist from behind
-When she’s scared… Protect her
-When she steals your favorite hoodie… Let her wear it.
-When she says that she loves you… She really does mean it.
-When she grabs at your hands… Hold hers and play with her fingers :)
-When she tells you a secret… Keep it safe and untold
-When she looks at you in your eyes… Don’t look away until she does
-When she reposts this bulletin… She wants you to read it
-When she’s mad… Hug her tight and don’t let go
-When she says she’s ok… Don’t believe it.
-Call her at 12:00am on her birthday… Tell her you love her
-Treat her like…She’s all that matters to you
-Watch her favorite movie with her… Even if you think it’s stupid.
-Don’t talk about other girls around her
-Kiss her in the pouring rain
-When she runs up to you crying, the first thing you say is: “Whose butt am I kicking baby?”
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,
The hurt will never leave completely. There will always be a trace, but it’s departing faster than I imagined it might. You hurting me has brought a realization of much I love you. My deep and true love allows me to continue to want you, need you and be with you. O.K.
If she’s amazing, she won’t be easy.
If she’s easy, she won’t be amazing.
If she’s worth it, you won’t give up.
If you give up, you’re not worthy.
Truth is, everybody is going to hurt you;
you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for.
Even when we were happy, you seemed sad. The reasons were hidden away but their insidious damage was done just the same. Like rot that slowly turns good wood into rotten, your secrets poisoned you, corrupted our love and your taint rubbed off on me. Y.M.
Some people turn sad awfully young…
No special reason, it seems,
but they seem almost to be born that way.
They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker,
remember longer, and, as I say,
get sadder younger than anyone else in the world.
I know, for I’m one of them.
How you kept me from seeing what you were texting on your phone was a clue, but I let it go. I love you. Now your secrets are out. You’ve never been faithful to me and cheated the whole time. I’ll give you a second chance, but only one to deal with your addiction. C.B.
Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark,
in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite,
the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero
in your soul perish, in lonely frustration
for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach.
Check your road and the nature of your battle.
The world you desired can be won.
It exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.