You have broken my heart. By jumping to conclusions and only seeing things your way your reason for leaving me behind is, in no small measure, a figment of your imagination. The outcome is the same: I have lost my best friend. Very sad. C.B.
At some point of your life,
you will become aware
that some people can stay
in your heart but not in your life.
Outwardly it appears I have moved on and that’s true… well, mostly… sometimes. There’s no doubt you have moved on and I am just a fixture in your past. But for me my love for you still bounces between what was and what I still have hope for what might be. S.P.
I’m so tired, but I can’t sleep…
standing on the edge of something much too deep…
funny how I feel so much but cannot say a word…
we are screaming inside, oh, but we can’t be heard…
so afraid to love you, more afraid to lose…
clinging to a past..
When someone asks what I think about you, my response is always “not my type”. That’s a lie. I am secretly in love with you and have never told anyone how I feel. My fear is you’ll reject me. Those thoughts are paralyzing. I can’t go on living like this. C.S.
Have you ever denied
your feelings for someone
because your fear of rejection
is too hard to handle?
We tell lies when we are afraid…
I thought you genuinely cared for me and even after you were gone I told myself, “He loves me. He’ll be back”. The weeks passed and then months. I continued to pretend. Today on the anniversary of you dumping me I am letting you go… completely. D.H.
I loved you
even when you forgot me.
And—for a little while—
you loved me back.
I can’t see how there will ever come a time when I can tell you me feelings. You’re my best friend’s partner. Professing my love to you would be wrong, but it lives secretly inside me just the same. It’s hard to pretend something so strong does not exist. S.S.
If only he knew how much I love him,
If only he knew how much I adore him,
If only he knew how much I need him,
If only he knew how afraid I am to tell him,
If only he knew how he makes me smile,
Makes me cry,
Makes me dream,
Makes my heart jump…
If only he knew how much I want him,
If only he knew how much I love him,
If only he knew…
I can’t make you love me, want me, or understand me. All I can do Is hope that someday you will. I’m not going to sit around waiting for you, but I will keep hoping you’ll want me before time creates too vast a distance between us. I’m waiting, but not forever. C.N.
In my story you’re the villain.
But in my heart,
you’re still the reigning King.
Coco J. Ginger
Friends tell me to move on, but they don’t understand the depth of feeling in my heart for you. Digging that love out of me is like trying to shovel quicksand. With every attempt more falls back in than I can dig out and I get pulled deeper into the quagmire. T.G.
You say that love is nonsense.
I tell you it is no such thing.
For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain,
an ache about the heart, never leaving one,
by night or by day; a long strain on one’s nerves
like toothache or rheumatism,
not intolerable at any one instant,
but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength.
Henry Brooks Adams
How can someone who has not been here for months occupy so many of my thoughts? You come to mind within minutes of waking and you’re there when I go to sleep. Why do I do this to myself? You’ve got someone new. You’re not coming back. C.P.
Please God help me.
Help me stop loving him.
I still do and I don’t want to anymore.
Please, please, please help me stop.
From Movie “Bruce Almighty”
Most days I don’t think about you. That’s a lie. I think about you every day. The more I tell myself that I don’t love you, the more my heart says that’s untrue. You’re in my thoughts when I wake up and when I go to sleep. I want to forget you but it seems impossible. N.W.
You can’t turn love on and off like a light switch,
no matter how hard you try. All you can do is wall it off,
one brick at a time, until you’ve created an impenetrable fortress
around your emotions. And once that fortress is built,
you camouflage it so well that even you can’t see it anymore.
My calendar has X’s on every day you’ve been gone. It’s been months and still each day begins with thoughts of you. I catch myself wondering if you’re thinking of me at the same time. How could I love you so dearly but hurt you so much? I’m a fool. S.W.
I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone.
I take walks. I work until I’m tired.
I watch the wind play with the trash
that’s been under the snow all winter.
Everything seems simple until you think about it.
Why is love intensified by absence?