You go to a game when there’s work to be done on our house. We never go out, but you often get drunk with your buddies. You have no ambition. The only job you’re able to keep is in construction. I’m tired of taking care of two kids when one of them is you! B.O.
Most people don’t grow up.
Most people age.
They find parking spaces,
honor their credit cards,
get married, have children,
and call that maturity.
What that is, is aging.
The hardest part about you leaving me is I can’t stop thinking about you. There are fewer thoughts now than right after you left, but I still spend too much time wishing things could be good for ‘us’ again. How long can I hope that before I become a ridiculous fool? T.G.
I want to feel your touch
on my skin.
I want to hear your voice
whisper in my ear.
I want you to love me
like I loved you.
I want you to hurt like
I have been hurting
I wish fairy tales were true
you would have saved my heart,
not broken it in two.
Your job took you far away to a foreign country. I did not see you for over a year. At first we talked on the phone and emailed a lot, but less and less as time passed. It never occurred to me the reason was you had someone new until you came home and told me. E.L.
‘I’m happy for you!’
is the hardest lie
to tell when
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
Romance has little reverence for age difference, but the mind does. While hearts may become parallel, differences of life experience can create a chasm. Fifteen years seemed small at first, but became insurmountable and broke us apart. J.B.
Whoever, in middle age,
attempts to realize
the wishes and hopes
of his early youth,
invariably deceives himself.
Each ten years of a man’s life
has its own fortunes,
its own hopes,
its own desires.
Love was here and now it’s gone. I can’t tell you why I was in love with you and now am not. It just happened. Maybe there is no forever and a relationship works only for its time, whether two years or fifty. We both need to move on before we end up hating each other. P.S.
Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes.
Don’t resist them; that only creates sorrow.
Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally
forward in whatever way they like.
You don’t know it yet, but I saw you kissing her. It won’t work to tell me she was a friend. The embrace was between lovers or two people soon to be. When you get home tonight, I won’t be here, at least not for a few days. Not sure what happens after that. L.E.
I think you still love me,
but we can’t escape the fact
that I’m not enough for you.
I knew this was going to happen.
So I’m not blaming you for falling in love
with another woman. I’m not angry, either.
I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain.
A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine
how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.
I knew from the start you were wrong for me, but I didn’t believe it. You said and did all the right things; at first. Then as the real you began to come out I was blinded by love and refused to see it. My unwillingness to see what you really were broke my heart. F.L.
When love is lost,
do not bow your head in sadness;
instead keep your head up high
and gaze into heaven for that is
where your broken heart
has been sent to heal.
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.