At first losing you filled me with pain and little else. As time passed I began to see how blessed I was to have loved you and to have been loved by you. Sometimes a person comes into a life and then passes on but that makes the goodness of that love no less. B.F.
I’d rather love a million times
and have my heart-broken every time,
than hold a permanently empty heart forever.
H.C. Paye
We know our relationship is likely doomed no matter how much we love each other. You’re in the ‘Spring of your life’ and I am in late ‘Fall’. Age does matter, or at least the experience of age or the lack of it matters. For as long as we have, I am grateful. G.W.
The difference between
like, love and in love,
is the same as the difference between
for now, for a while and forever.
Unknown
Three times I have loved with all my heart. Twice I was hurt and left behind. Now I realize the other two were sent into my life to grow my heart’s ability to hold all the love inside I feel for you. For all my old pain that made it possible, I am grateful. M.E.
Sorrow is how we learn to love.
Your heart isn’t breaking.
It hurts because it’s getting larger.
The larger it gets, the more love it holds.
Rita Mae Brown
It’s an involuntary action once in a while when I’m walking alone and reach for your hand. At that moment I’m lost in thought remembering our days together. I forget for a split second you’re gone. I feel foolish, then sad, but end up feeling glad for a time when you loved me. C.B.
How desperately
my empty hands
always search
for your hands
to hold…
Erni Aidil
For so long I have loved you that I can’t remember when I didn’t. Change and circumstances separated us. We went on with our lives with other people. With you my heart learned to love. Our first times are precious to me. I will treasure those memories always. R.Y.
Something about first love defies duplication.
Before it, your heart is blank. Unwritten.
After, the walls are left inscribed and graffitied.
When it ends, no amount of scrubbing
will purge the scrawled oaths and sketched images,
but sooner or later, you find that there’s space
for someone else, between the words and in the margins.
From “Where You Are” by Tammara Webber
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.
Mary Sarton
Maybe they’re right. Maybe I got my hopes up too high. Maybe I was in over my head. Maybe it was stupid for me to ever think you loved me. Maybe I was just tired of being alone. It doesn’t matter. The time we shared was worth it no matter how much it hurts now. E.C.
The act of forgiveness
is the act of returning
to present time.
And that’s why when one
has become a forgiving person,
and has managed to let go of the past,
what they’ve really done is
they’ve shifted their relationship with time.
Caroline Myss
Hold my hand again. Take me in your arms. Linger against me. Kiss me slowly; tenderly. While I don’t live in the past, your part in my life is as vibrantly fresh and alive as if it was yesterday; not twenty five years ago. This love is one of a kind that comes only once. Yours only I am. C.B.
I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments
and glue them together again and tell myself
that the mended whole was as good as new.
What is broken is broken and I’d rather
remember it as it was at its best than mend it
and see the broken places as I lived.
Margaret Mitchell
Loving then losing stripped my heart of color and vibrance for a while. More than a year went by after you said goodbye before good memories of us began to paint the cracks of my heart with tints and hues of effervescent gratefulness for remembered love. C.W.
Love is eternal…
the aspect may change, but not the essence
There is the same difference in a person before
and after he is in love as there is in an unlighted lamp
and one that is burning. The lamp was there
and was a good lamp, but now it is shedding light too,
and that is its real function.
Vincent Van Gogh
With you I learned to love. I learned how to live, laugh and be happy. And I learned how to cry with from a level of pain never felt before. Now you’re gone. I have to get over you and go on by myself. Even knowing where we’d end up, I would still do it all again. S.E.
Love can give you such happiness,
then can break the very heart it filled,
leaving a hole that can never be fixed
or protected by any armour.
Kevin McLeod
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