You Were My World

Our vacations to the sea are happily stuck in my mind. Waking Sunday mornings, reading the paper, drinking coffee and eating croissants with you is a favorite memory.  It hurts we’re no longer together, but I have many wonderful memories of when you were my world. P.S.

Always remember to forget
the things that made you sad,
but never forget to remember
the things that made you glad.
Elbert Hubbard

Demons I’ve Kept Hidden

I believed loving you and being loved by you would solve my problems. Our love is vibrant and strong, but could not slay my demons I’ve kept hidden far too long. The monsters got loose. In anger I did things I regret; said what I wish I never spoke. Please forgive me. D.W.

Praise love not over much,
It answer few questions,
Love is such and such,
and has its own congestions.
The lonely seek relief,
Longing breeds distress.
But unity is grief,
love, short happiness.
Wisdom feeds upon the lost.
Beauty comes without a fee.
Other things exact no cost,
the sky, the sun, the tree.
Take it if it fits.
Praise love not overmuch,
nor ask too much of it,
for love is such and such.
Kenneth L. Patton

A Bitter-Sweet Insanity

For hours, even days, I don’t think about you. But when my feelings bubble up I become temporarily lost in thinking of much I loved you then and still do now. Wishing to forget and fighting to hold on to every memory is slowly driving me crazy; a bitter-sweet insanity. L.S.

I have flown and fallen,
and I have swum deep and drowned,
but there should be more to love
than “I survived it”.
Lisa Manchev

I Still Love You

I was fifteen. You were a year younger. Now decades later I still think of you. My heart aches at times to know what became of you. We were each others first love; the one a person never forgets. I hope you’re happy and as deeply cared for as you deserve. I still love you. R.Y.

Something about first love defies duplication.
Before it, your heart is blank. Unwritten.
After, the walls are left inscribed and graffitied.
When it ends, no amount of scrubbing
will purge the scrawled oaths and sketched images,
but sooner or later, you find that there’s space
for someone else, between the words and in the margins.
Tammara Webber

How Do I Tell You?

Love’s either slowing growing or slowly dying. It’s always one or the other. Love never stands still. With one’s intellect not much can be done to sway it one way or the other. If we could start over, I would. But that’s not possible. How do I tell you I don’t love you anymore? A.W.

First best is falling in love.
Second best is being in love.
Least best is falling out of love.
But any of it is better
than never having been in love.
Maya Angelou

Will You Ever Be Mine?

When we’re at work you’re thoughtful and supportive. Your kind nature makes me fall in love with you more and more. When I try to ask you out, I choke on the words and act foolishly. With all my being I want you to know how I feel, but can’t find the strength to tell you. S.S.

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

I Do, I Did, and I Will

Some people say the worst way to miss someone is when they are right next to you and you know you can’t have them, but it’s worse when you thought you didn’t want them anymore and then all of a sudden you realize you can’t live without them. I’m so sorry. E.A.

If I never met you,
I wouldn’t like you.
If I didn’t like you,
I wouldn’t love you.
If I didn’t love you,
I wouldn’t miss you.
But I did, I do, and I will.

The Good of Having Loved

Like exercise makes my arms stronger, loving you added strength to my heart. Even though my heart is hurting, the good of having loved you remains. Some days remembering makes life more difficult, but most often my life is better because you were once in it. J.B.

You left behind a broken heart
And happy memories too
But I never wanted memories
I only wanted You.

How Do I Get Through This?

Like sudden lightening came your words “I want a divorce”. I knew we had problems, but though we’d work through them somehow. When I begged you to change your mind you said “NO” and walked away. I have hardly stopped crying since. How do I get through this? B.C.

All I can do
Is cry over you;
Crying over what I hoped could be,
Crying over what will never be.

I’m blind to what’s in front of me,
Seeing nothing but what I want to see,
But that is not realistic;
That is just my imagination.

I cry over the change that is happening just too fast;
Crying over the footsteps left in the sand,
Watching them disappear after every wave rushing upward,
Knowing they won’t reappear.

No matter how much I wish they would
Nothing will make this better,
Not unless I stop crying over you,
Not until I give up on you.

Eighty Miles An Hour

Attempting to look ahead at life is like trying to see through a windshield without wipers on a car going eighty miles an hour. Yet looking through the rear view mirror is mostly clear. I did not realize how much I loved you until you were gone. It makes me weep to remember. C.S.

It relieves me not, crying over you,
While in the endless silence of night
The dawn creeps forward
Shunning the darkness in light.
My tears waste away into nothingness,
While my soul reaches for you
My arms betray their strength
Trembling, wishing for us two.
From “I Cry Over You, My Love” By Mistress of Eternity