The tiny pewter angel you gave me for protection long ago still goes on every trip. The little velvet bag it travels in is worn and wrinkled from its many journeys. You may be long gone, but my love for you is not. I am not stuck back there, but will never forget. C.B.
Scars have the strange power
to remind us that our past is real.
Cormac McCarthy
Loving you hurt like hell. It took a long time to recover. But I’m grateful for all of it. I learned a lot about myself in that whirlwind of pain. I’ll never think of it as a waste. As my lover, teacher and friend I will always love you and be grateful for what we shared. B.J.
Love takes off masks
that we fear we cannot live without
and know we cannot live within.
James Baldwin
My heart was so busy falling in love with you that I didn’t notice when you started falling out of love with me. It was a case of self-induced blindness where I could see nothing but love and hope. For a while I imagined only a future you were part of. A.W.
Two people may fall for each other
but sometimes one gets up
and walks away while the other
is still falling to the ground.
unknown
It’s been a long time since I last saw you, but you’re still in my dreams. Each day no more than a few hours pass when I don’t think of you. Remembering waking up together is the hardest. In moments between dreams and awakened reality I forget you’re gone. J.B.
When you lose someone, you get used
to living day-to-day without them.
But you’ll never get used to
the “10 second heartbreak.”
That’s the time it takes to wake
to full consciousness each day
and remember…
Nina Guilbeau
Loving you taught me many things including how much I could love; the great happiness possible; the depth of pain I could feel and how much I could cry. The tears have slowed, but not stopped. Getting over you and how much I love you will take a long time. H.P.
Trying to make someone
fall in love with you
is about as pointless
as trying to control
who you fall in love with.
unknown
Hindsight always seems so clear while what’s ahead appears to be obscured in a fog. Time is slowly vaporizing like hazy mist in the morning sun and one day, I too, will evaporate back to where I once came from. If I am the first to go, I’ll wait for you there.
Unfortunately,
the clock is ticking,
the hours are going by.
The past increases,
the future recedes.
Possibilities decreasing,
regrets mounting.
Haruki Murakami
Because I am single a lot of people feel sorry for me. They see being unattached as some sort of sickness that needs to be cured. But I’m just fine; I really am. I’m taking time to soak up what my last heartbreak taught me so things are better next time. S.S.
Being single doesn’t mean
that you know nothing about love.
Sometimes being solo is wiser
than being in a false relationship.
unknown
It’s difficult to admit, but things aren’t going to work out for us. Deep down we both know it, but neither is willing to say it. Through my tears I am writing it down for you, not because I want to but because I have to. For your own good I have to let you go. E.O.
I think it’s time that I let you go.
And it’s really hard for me to do
because I know that there’s a part of me
that will be in love with you for the rest of my life.
But this running in place and day dreaming
is just not healthy for either of us.
Dawson’s Creek
What happened? How much was your fault? How much mine? Which things could I have done differently? What should you have done another way? This is the “looking for answers” game I play. I’m beginning to realize it doesn’t matter. “We” are not more. B.C.
You can obsess and obsess
over how things ended-
what you did wrong
or could have done differently-
but there’s not much of a point.
It’s not like it’ll change anything.
From “The Catastrophic History of You and Me”
By Jess Rothenberg
Blame is self-destructive habit, but I do it anyway. I blame me for letting you go. I blame you for leaving. Over and over I’ve tried to figure out what happened. I have decided instead of being tormented by your memory, I am going to try to get you back. C.O.
Our eyes crossed,
my voice was lost,
Her smile destroyed my soul;
Words were broken,
thoughts were awoken,
Why must she torment me so.
From a poem by Peter Wetzel
Broken Hearts Anonymous 