I don’t want to let you got, but I know it’s what has to be done. You’re done with me. You’ve moved on. You don’t want me any more. How do I empty the space in my heart where my love for you resides? And then how to I fill that emptiness. A.O.
Wanting her is hard to forget,
loving her is hard to regret,
losing her is hard to accept,
but even with all the hurt I’ve felt,
letting go is the most painful yet.
Without hesitation or reservation I opened my heart to you. All I was and hoped to be I gave to you. It was enough… for a while. Then you grew restless and in time, mean to me. Why didn’t you just leave instead of staying around and breaking my hard? A.S.
I think anyone who opened their heart enough
to love without restraint and subsequently
were devastated by loss knows
that in that moment you are forever changed;
a apart of you is no longer whole.
Some will never again love with that level
of abandon where life is perceived
as innocent and the threat of loss seems implausible.
Love and loss, therefore, are linked.
Donna Lynn Hope
With a depth I’ve not felt never before or since, I loved you. Our time brought highs and joy when we were new then crushed and tore me as we fell apart. We damaged each other so much. Love could not survive. I wonder if feelings so deep will ever come again. W.L.
Love entered in my heart one day
A sad, unwelcome guest.
But when it begged that it might stay
I let it stay and rest.
It broke my nights with sorrowing
It filled my heart with fears
And, when my soul was prone to sing
It filled my eyes with tears.
But…now that it has gone its way
I miss the dear ole pain.
And, sometimes, in the night I pray
That love might come again.
J. California Cooper
Each day it feels like another piece of me dies. I am becoming numb. I’m just not right without you. It feels as if a necessary part of my body and soul has been removed, and while I am still breathing and alive, I will never be the same again. M.E.
I see what you did,
you ripped apart a heart
that was wanting to love you.
You tore a man who was so adamant
in his pursuit to love you.
Now he will never be the same,
he will always shy away from
fully trusting a woman with all of his heart.
I hate you. I despise you. I’m disgusted by you. I loathe you. I detest you. I abhor you. I’m repulsed by you. I can’t stand you. I can’t bear to see you. I dislike you. You’re bad for me. You’re okay. I like you. I care for you. I’m fond of you. I love you. S.A.
Sometimes I love you,
sometimes I had you,
but there isn’t a day
that goes by that
I don’t miss you.
Reading the last eight months in my diary it’s clear I’m stuck. I’ve written how much I love and miss you. Of course, that doesn’t help. I’ve put down my anger and how much I loathe what you did to me. That doesn’t help either. My heart is frozen shut with you in it. J.G.
Make me forget him…
I don’t want to remember he existed.
I don’t want to remember his face
That could either make me or break me with one look.
I don’t want to remember that he was into me.
I don’t want to think “what if”;
Those thoughts don’t exist in our future.
So wipe away his face,
Wipe away my disappointment;
Cure my hurt and my anguish;
Make all my sorrow and despair
vanish out of my life just like he did.
There are no visible traces on me of the pain you caused. The outward wounds are all healed and I appear just fine. And most of the time I am. But once in a while one of the bruises you left on my heart acts up. It hurts, but no one knows but me. L.E.
External scar’s fade in time,
they may seem horrid and garish
when they happen but they change
and soon you’re just left with a little blemish or mark.
It’s the internal ones that are invisible to others that give the deepest pain,
the most hurt…
It took a divorce to teach me how marriage should work. That’s what I thought. Love has failed again and another decree is in my hands. The Eight Rules of Getting Over a Divorce: Fall down. Grieve. Get up. Try again. Forgive. Let go. Learn. Move on. J.B.
Americans, who make more of marrying for love
than any other people, also break up more of their marriages,
but the figure reflects not so much the failure of love
as the determination of people not to live without it.
Even though we’re in love our life together is a great struggle. You’re from a country far away. We speak different languages and have trouble communicating. Culturally we’ve innocently offended each other repeatedly. Darling, we can’t do this to each other. E.H.
Moving on is easy.
It’s staying moved on
Katerina Stoykova Klemer
My calendar has X’s on every day you’ve been gone. It’s been months and still each day begins with thoughts of you. I catch myself wondering if you’re thinking of me at the same time. How could I love you so dearly but hurt you so much? I’m a fool. S.W.
I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone.
I take walks. I work until I’m tired.
I watch the wind play with the trash
that’s been under the snow all winter.
Everything seems simple until you think about it.
Why is love intensified by absence?