Letting You Go

broken20heart1Letting you go was probably the hardest thing I have ever done, but also the most courageous. Just because I wanted you did not make you want me in the same way. Realizing that you could be happier with someone else was very hard, but the right thing. K.P.

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Falling in love is easy,
letting that love go, is hard.
But your heart will always
have the right answer.
You just have to listen to it
and figure out what it’s telling you.
Marie Coulson

Echo of My Own Voice

broken20heart1After you were gone a magnitude of grief arrived, but that wasn’t the worst of it. The hardest part was no longer being able to hug you every day, in hearing only the echo of my own voice when I spoke your name, sleeping without your body against mine and waking alone.

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Grief can take care of itself,
but to get the full value of joy,
you must have somebody to divide it with.
Mark Twain

The Want of You

broken20heart1Once in a while I still find a note you wrote me hidden away in a book. The other day I found the little metal angel you gave me to travel with and keep me safe. You used to want me to call and let you know I had arrived safely when I traveled. I miss that. A.D.

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I am tired, Beloved,
of chafing my heart against
the want of you;
of squeezing it into little inkdrops,
And posting it.
From “The Letter” by Amy Lowell

No Matter When

broken20heart1It began in fourth grade when I began to “like” you. Through middle and high school sleep came most nights while thinking of you. We had one date to a dance when we were fourteen but you spent most the time with others. I never got to kiss you even one time. R.Y.

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Think of that person you knew when you were a kid,
who you always thought you could have loved
completely and forever. Well, you could have.
It’s the truth, and it’s the saddest and simplest thing.
There isn’t just one person for each of us in the world.
There aren’t many, but there are always a few people
we could have made it with, that maybe we still want to make it with,
that press themselves so close to our hearts they leave scars,
and then slip through our fingers and disappear from our lives.
And it doesn’t make a difference if you’re thirteen or ninety-eight
because some things you feel are real, no matter when.
From “Flick” by Abigail Tarttelin

Can’t Stand Such Scrutiny

broken20heart1There are moments I wish I’d been simpler; wanted less; found fewer faults; lived more in the present; spent less time looking back and glancing forward. Young love can’t stand such scrutiny. I went looking for someone better but never even found your equal. D.O.

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Sometimes I think I still can’t live without you.
A dull ache inside me
Realizes my yearning to be a part of your life.
The years have come and gone.
I never hear your name.
I don’t even know anyone who knows you.
Most of the time I believe I have changed –
Outgrown the ME who loved YOU.
Then,
A song, a scene, a scent
Catches my heart off guard,
And reminds me of you.
Sometimes,
Even after all these years,
I think I still can’t live without you.
With Time” by NancySue Krenrich Hamm

I Am Helpless

broken20heart1I’ve discovered torment greater than knowing I hurt you; quietly standing by knowing someone else is causing you pain and suffering. When the fault was mine I could at least try to make amends and make things better. When it is someone else I am helpless. B.C.

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There are wounds
that never show on the body
that are deeper and more hurtful
than anything that bleeds.
From “Mistral’s Kiss” by Laurell K. Hamilton

Just Another Regret

broken20heart1Oh, how hard I’ve tried to forget you! Your letters were burned in the fireplace. All our photos went up in smoke like the cards, notes and everything I’d saved. It didn’t help. You’re no more out of my heart now than when I burned it all; now just another regret. O.Y.

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Sometimes
the hardest part
isn’t letting go
but rather
learning to start over.
Nicole Sobon