When I thought we were over, my entire life changed from full color to black and white. So much of who and what I am is wrapped around you. Thankfully, we made it through the rough spot and we’re healing now. I love you. T.G.
How is it possible that the one who broke my heart, now brings such great happiness? Somehow our love has become the redemption I needed. In forgiving you I found forgiveness within for my past. Thank you for loving me. M.E.
To forgive is the highest,
most beautiful form of love.
In return, you will receive
untold peace and happiness.
How is it that I can love you so much and let my emotions get carried away to where I hurt you? If I don’t get control of them you will leave me sooner or later. Good intentions don’t necessarily bring good results. I’m trying. Please be patient with me. H.E.
Unless it’s mad, passionate, extraordinary love,
it’s a waste of your time.
There are too many mediocre things in life.
Love shouldn’t be one of them.
From the movie “Dreams for an Insomniac”
Time heals wounds, and those left by our breakup are mostly gone. There are a few scars, but I’ve moved on. There’s someone special now, but it’s just not the same. I will probably never feel with anyone else the way I felt with you. C.S.
Sometimes it’s not the person you miss,
but the memories and moments
you had with them.
Most days are okay. But there are those when I walk around numb, barely aware of my surroundings. The worst days come when I overdose on missing you. All together, I’m pretty good, but some days are really a bitch. I still miss you like crazy. S.O.
Up until the moment I lost her,
I had a wonderful life.
These moments now
are the ones that are hard.
I’m eager to depart this world
and rejoin her in the next.
Then, and only then,
will I finally be at peace.
Pretenders have taken advantage of me. Players have played me. Abusers have abused me. But yet my quivering broken heart says, “I will not stop believing you’re out there somewhere; the one who deserves my love. Do you feel me like I do you?” B.C.
The thinnest slice would be teeming
with memories of a love so strong
it turned you inside out and left you gasping,
and would be an identical match
to a slice stored in the heart of a soul mate.
Loving you, then losing you was the best and worst thing that has ever happened to me. I knew I had serious issues but always put off dealing with them. You leaving me because of my bad habits woke me up and made me do something about them. J.B.
Love opens the doors into everything,
as far as I can see, including
and perhaps most of all,
the door into one’s own secret,
and often terrible and frightening, real self.