After you were gone a magnitude of grief arrived, but that wasn’t the worst of it. The hardest part was no longer being able to hug you every day, in hearing only the echo of my own voice when I spoke your name, sleeping without your body against mine and waking alone.
Grief can take care of itself,
but to get the full value of joy,
you must have somebody to divide it with.
Mark Twain
Once in a while I still find a note you wrote me hidden away in a book. The other day I found the little metal angel you gave me to travel with and keep me safe. You used to want me to call and let you know I had arrived safely when I traveled. I miss that. A.D.
I am tired, Beloved,
of chafing my heart against
the want of you;
of squeezing it into little inkdrops,
And posting it.
From “The Letter” by Amy Lowell
It began in fourth grade when I began to “like” you. Through middle and high school sleep came most nights while thinking of you. We had one date to a dance when we were fourteen but you spent most the time with others. I never got to kiss you even one time. R.Y.
Think of that person you knew when you were a kid,
who you always thought you could have loved
completely and forever. Well, you could have.
It’s the truth, and it’s the saddest and simplest thing.
There isn’t just one person for each of us in the world.
There aren’t many, but there are always a few people
we could have made it with, that maybe we still want to make it with,
that press themselves so close to our hearts they leave scars,
and then slip through our fingers and disappear from our lives.
And it doesn’t make a difference if you’re thirteen or ninety-eight
because some things you feel are real, no matter when.
From “Flick” by Abigail Tarttelin
Oh, how hard I’ve tried to forget you! Your letters were burned in the fireplace. All our photos went up in smoke like the cards, notes and everything I’d saved. It didn’t help. You’re no more out of my heart now than when I burned it all; now just another regret. O.Y.
Sometimes
the hardest part
isn’t letting go
but rather
learning to start over.
Nicole Sobon
Loving you does not hurt anymore, but my love for you is still within me. It found a protected place in my heart and fills far more space than I thought possible after so long. To lose in love does not mean love is lost. It only means one is left alone to care for it. J.M.
I fell in love with her
when we were together,
then fell deeper in love with her
in the years we were apart.
Nicholas Sparks
On the floor I sat by the side of the bed trying to not disturb your sleep with sniffles coming with my tears. I’ve never know a sadder time, but will always be grateful for the undying love in my heart at that moment. It was then I learned how much I could love. B.R.
Just because someone
doesn’t love you the way
you want them to,
doesn’t mean
they don’t love you
with all they have.
Author unknown
It’s okay to fantasize about seeing you again. There’d be no harm in reminiscing together the love of a lifetime we shared long ago. Through laughter and tears we could resurrect the young man and young woman as we once were and pretend we’re half our age. L.U.
Beloved,
In what other lives or lands
Have I known your lips
Your Hands
Your Laughter brave
Irreverent.
Those sweet excesses that
I do adore.
What surety is there
That we will meet again,
On other worlds some
Future time undated.
Taken from “Refusal” by Maya Angelou
Broken Hearts Anonymous 