Up and downs, but a lot more downs than ups; that’s you and me. The happy times aren’t worth the constant fighting and bickering we can’t break out of. We need to admit we’re not a good fit for each other before there’s so much damage you and I hate each other. B.T.
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
There’s no one who would understand what I’m going through. When you said goodbye to me, I did not let it show I was breaking inside. I haven’t let anyone else see either. But when I am alone, about all I do is cry over what has been lost. My grief is long and deep. H.C.
There is a sacredness in tears.
They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.
They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues.
They are messengers of overwhelming grief…
and unspeakable love.
I wonder how things might have turned out if we had met now when we are both single instead of back when we were married. The deceit and stress of our affair damned us from the start. Something good is rarely successfully built from doing what is wrong. L.K.
A love affair is like a short story;
it has a beginning, a middle, and an end.
The beginning was easy, the middle might drag,
invaded by commonplace, but the end,
instead of being decisive and well-knit
with that element of revelatory surprise
as a well-written story should be,
it usually dissipated in a succession
of messy and humiliating anticlimaxes.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Once in a while I still shed a tear over breaking up with you. Every time my mind screams “YOU SCREWED UP” because letting you go was a huge mistake . You moved on, married and have a child now. How do I forgive myself? How do I stop loving you? C.W.
They told me to give up, to let you go
and they promised that someday
I’ll find someone else. At first I believed them
but after a while I started realizing they were wrong.
Now you’re gone and you’re not coming back.
You moved on and forgot about me,
but I’m still here wishing someday
you will come back
and will have our second chance.
Mahmoud El Hallab
There was absolutely nothing else I could have done that I didn’t do to save “us”, but still feel like a failure. I wish could just forget it all and not care for a few days. The worst thing about all your lies to is knowing you didn’t think I was worth the truth. H.D.
I never hate you
for not loving me anymore
but I hate myself for still loving you.
Most days I do okay and even find myself smiling and laughing again. But there’s still a dull ache that never seems to go away. It reminds me you’re gone and aren’t coming back. Missing you isn’t the hardest part, knowing I once had you is what breaks my heart. T.D.
A final comfort that is small,
but not cold:
The heart is the only broken
instrument that works.
Image by Audrey J. Ross
If I could go back and change one thing about my life, you and I’d still be together and deeply in love. I know it wasn’t all me, but it is was my actions that finally drove us apart. On my list of regrets, losing you is at the top of the list. Years later I am still not over you. C.B.
The funny thing about a
broken heart is that it’s not fatal.
Though you wish in vain that it were,
life continues on and you have
no choice but to continue on with it.
You take the hand that fate has dealt you
and you press forward because
is nothing else that can be done.