Why did you stop loving me? That’s the question with an elusive answer; the enigma lodged in my heart. Was I not good enough? Handsome enough? Kind enough? Fun enough? Rich enough? Caring enough? Smart enough? That haunting mystery is driving me crazy. D.S.
Every man
has his secret sorrows
which the world knows not;
and often times
we call a man cold
when he is only sad.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Why? That word permeates my thinking without a hint of an answer echoing back each time the question is thought. I gave my heart to you as surely as any was ever given. I thought you had given your heart to me and now have discovered it was only a rock. R.F.
Oh heart, oh heart, why must you beat?
Oh heart, oh heart, why must you weep?
Oh heart, oh heart, why must you hide?
Oh heart, oh heart, what lies inside?
Oh heart, oh heart, why must you cry?
Oh heart, oh heart, why do you despise?
Oh heart, oh heart, why are you weak?
Oh heart, oh heart, why can’t you speak?
Oh heart, oh heart, why must you burn?
Oh heart, oh heart, why can’t you learn?
Oh heart, oh heart, what went wrong?
Oh, heart, oh heart, can’t you be strong?
Oh heart, oh heart, why are you blue?
Oh heart, oh heart, where are you?
Whitney Albright
After the way your old boyfriend hurt you, I can’t believe you’re leaving me to go back to him again. He’ll break your heart like before then you’ll come running back crying and saying you’re sorry. But I won’t hear you. I’m done. I won’t be a fool for you anymore. L.T.
When one is in love,
one always begins
by deceiving oneself,
and one always ends
by deceiving others.
That is what the world
calls a romance.
Oscar Wilde
Broken Hearts Anonymous 