The pain feels like part of me was cut away leaving an invisible wound that bleeds and hurts day and night. I gave you all of me. Nothing was held back. But that wasn’t enough. I thought your restlessness could be filled with my love, but was wrong. You’re gone. H.P.
We hurt so much because
we have lost a part of ourselves.
If we have loved much,
we must have given much also,
and when everything’s over,
we feel as though we have lost everything.
From “Mend My Broken Heart”
By Jocelyn Soriano
We shared a decade’s worth of the rapture of love in the borrowed time we had. I thought I had loved before, but have known since love was shown to me the first time in your arms. Sometimes I miss that serenity more than I have words to explain. H.M.
To live in this world,
you must be able to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it against your bones
knowing your life depends on it;
and when the time comes, to let go.
I have found love and wallowed in its joy and luxury. I have lost love and been swallowed up by its grief and poverty. Experiences with loving caused the fear of it grow, but courage to embrace it grew more. Knowing the risks does not slow a searching heart. B.P.
Beauty shines brighter
in the heart of him
who longs for it
than in the eyes
of him who sees it.
My love for you never died. All these years it has been stored away in safe corners of my heart and mind. I cherish what we shared and will never completely let it go. My feelings about you will linger forever as long as blood flows in my veins… ALWAYS. M.E.
You’ll find you’ve reached your limit,
When you can go no more,
And you’ll always have the memories
Of good times you’ve had before
So when your journey’s ending,
And you’ve managed to break free
Just remember I’m here waiting
For when you’re back here with me.
With you I learned to love. I learned how to live, laugh and be happy. And I learned how to cry with from a level of pain never felt before. Now you’re gone. I have to get over you and go on by myself. Even knowing where we’d end up, I would still do it all again. S.E.
Love can give you such happiness,
then can break the very heart it filled,
leaving a hole that can never be fixed
or protected by any armour.
Time has smoothed off the rough edges of my memory. Now almost nothing but good times remain including some incredibly touching parts. The bad we shared wasn’t that bad and the joyful moments were amazing. We were just ‘kids” then who didn’t have a clue. E.T.
I am glad it cannot happen twice,
the fever of first love.
For it is a fever,
and a burden, too,
whatever the poets may say.
Daphne du Maurier
I tried rid my heart of you. I pretended my feelings weren’t true and lied when I told others I’d purged my feelings. Now with acceptance a part of me will always love you, I feel better. There is healing and finally I’m moving on without my heart having to forget. S.A.
open their hearts?
“They get better.”
Years have passed and although I have gotten accustomed to us not being together you are far from forgotten. Never a day goes by that something random does not remind me of you. The pain is past and now my memories are good. “We” were not a mistake. C.E.
The most important thing in life
is to learn how to give out love,
and to let it come in.
After we broke up I found traces of you for months. I’ve always since wondered how could someone lose so many bobby pins? Did you leave them all over on purpose for me to find? My wounds have healed and the reminders I find bring up good memories now. K.D.
One by one.
From the song “Walking Away” by Jonny Lang
What is the lesson to I’m to learn from loving you? Is it that true love is lasting since I have carried you in my heart for decades? Is my lesson to be careful of who one loves? Is it to know the pain of love because I have caused it to others so often? What is it? F.Y.
The first step to wisdom is to know you know nothing
the way to appreciate is to start with nothing.
Well, all I know now is that I don’t have you
and all I posses is my craving for you.
I feel I’ve needed you since the beginning of time
on my way to wisdom I ask, will you ever be mine?
“Wisdom” by Derek del Barrio