No matter how much love we share or how hard we try, it’s just not working. We’re an unmatched pair with almost opposite ideas about the future. We both deserve to chase our dreams but that means we can’t be together. I’m sorry Darling. It won’t work. R.W.
There is no amount of communication or work
that can overcome being with someone
does not want what you want.
At least you take my calls now and talk to me. I don’t deserve forgiveness, but I hope for it anyway. Living without you taught there is no one else I want to spend my life with. Please give me a chance and I’ll spend my life showing you the depth of my love for you. A.H.
Sometimes you love something so much
that it hurts to leave it, but you must.
Sometimes it hurts too much to hold on
to that thing you love. And sometimes
you let go of what you love because it hurts,
but then just sometimes you get it back
and live happily ever after.
There are still moments when I have to take a deep breath before speaking to keep from crying. I’ve learned to hide my sadness so well that everyone thinks I’m fine. It’s only me that knows how tortured I am on the inside. I hurt you and I can’t forgive myself for it. D.L.
I never guessed
I could cry so hard
my face hurt.
There’s no doubt my actions were wrong. I hurt you beyond forgiveness, but beg you to take me back. Try to put what I did behind us. Give me time and I will make it up to you. I’ll prove myself and spend my life earning your love and showing you I am worthy of it. K.W.
Listen to my heart,
can you hear it sing:
Come back to me
and forgive everything.
From the movie “Moulin Rouge
I’ve done too much for you and the only logical next step is to stop; leave you; walk away. I can’t fix you. I’m drawing a line to separate desperation from determination. I’m determined to have a better life and feeling desperate over you will never allow it. I’m sorry but this is goodbye. C.B.
Sometimes you end up losing yourself
trying to hold onto someone
who doesn’t care about losing you.
Over something silly I got angry and yelled at you again saying I wanted never to see you again. You said you’d had enough of my anger issues and were done with me. I thought you’d get over it, but you never did. You’re gone and I don’t know where to find you. H.A.
The fact that I can’t have you,
makes me want you even more.
I read that a person actually can die from a broken heart. Stress, loneliness and lack of self-care can kill, just more slowly than most methods. It seems I am committing that kind of slow suicide. I can not get over you and its impossible to forgive myself for hurting you. A.B.
It’s gonna hurt bad
before it gets better,
but I’ll never get over you
by hidin’ this way.
I believed loving you and being loved by you would solve my problems. Our love is vibrant and strong, but could not slay my demons I’ve kept hidden far too long. The monsters got loose. In anger I did things I regret; said what I wish I never spoke. Please forgive me. D.W.
Praise love not over much,
It answer few questions,
Love is such and such,
and has its own congestions.
The lonely seek relief,
Longing breeds distress.
But unity is grief,
love, short happiness.
Wisdom feeds upon the lost.
Beauty comes without a fee.
Other things exact no cost,
the sky, the sun, the tree.
Take it if it fits.
Praise love not overmuch,
nor ask too much of it,
for love is such and such.
Kenneth L. Patton
Love’s either slowing growing or slowly dying. It’s always one or the other. Love never stands still. With one’s intellect not much can be done to sway it one way or the other. If we could start over, I would. But that’s not possible. How do I tell you I don’t love you anymore? A.W.
First best is falling in love.
Second best is being in love.
Least best is falling out of love.
But any of it is better
than never having been in love.
Some people say the worst way to miss someone is when they are right next to you and you know you can’t have them, but it’s worse when you thought you didn’t want them anymore and then all of a sudden you realize you can’t live without them. I’m so sorry. E.A.
If I never met you,
I wouldn’t like you.
If I didn’t like you,
I wouldn’t love you.
If I didn’t love you,
I wouldn’t miss you.
But I did, I do, and I will.