I was blind and didn’t see it coming. Saying you were leaving to be with someone else was like being punched in the stomach. Stunned and feeling like I wanted to throw up, I watched you leave. Now comes the pain. I won’t be the same for a long time. L.H.
I examine my hands.
Rings still there
but no longer valid.
From “Split: A Memoir of Divorce”
by Suzanne Finnamor
It seemed certain we’d always be together. The days, weeks, months and years all ran together. I took us for granted and mistreated you. Only now that you’re gone do I realize you were the center of my universe. Day and night all I think about is you. C.W.
You never knew the last time you were seeing someone.
You didn’t know when the last argument happened,
or the last time you had sex,
or the last time you looked into their eyes
and thanked God they were in your life.
After they were gone?
That was all you thought about.
Day and night.
From “Lover Mine”
by J.R. Ward
Being obsessed with my imperfections shaped how I saw you. It was craziness that caused me to think anyone who could love me was too screwed up and imperfect for me to love. I drove you away and made you despise me. Yet my heart still cries for you. B.J.
We waste time looking for the perfect lover,
instead of creating the perfect love.
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It took a while to sort out, but I don’t think you were ever in love with me. Maybe you fell for someone you wanted me to be or thought you could make me into. You never took the time to know who I really am and see if you could love that person. J.J.
Many people do not fall in love;
they fall in love with the idea
of themselves being in love.
They never see the other person.
I don’t ask for much;
I only ask to be seen.
C. JoyBell C.
We’ll never know for sure what happened. We made mistakes, did stupid things and hurt each other. Our love became horribly wounded. We kept on fighting and our hearts did not heal. I guess we tired of trying to save a love that was terminally ill. T.K.
Love dies because we don’t know
how to replenish its source.
Love dies of blindness
and errors and betrayals.
Love dies of illness and wounds;
it dies of weariness,
of witherings, of tarnishing.
When I’d get jealous about men talking to you it felt like a monster took me over. I knew you loved me, but still became like Dr. Heckle taken over by Mr. Hyde. Too many times I embarrassed you. It took you leaving me to discover I have a real problem. D.C.
Jealousy is a disease,
love is a healthy condition.
The immature mind often mistakes
one for the other, or assumes
that the greater the love,
the greater the jealousy;
they are almost incompatible;
one emotion hardly
leaves room for the other.
Robert A. Heinlein
Sometimes, you have to give up on people. Not because you don’t care, but because they don’t. I held out for as long as I could. My love for you has slowly died from lack of attention. All that remains are near lifeless remnants of what once lived in my heart. T.G.
Moving on is simple,
it’s what you leave behind
that makes it so difficult.
I loved you but did not know how to say it. The only love I ever wanted was with you. The life I needed was for ‘US’ to be together. Inside me I kept all my feelings bottled up thinking wrongly you’d somehow know that for me you were the ‘ONE’. R.L.
In truth, there are only two realities:
the one for people who are in love or love each other,
and the one for people who are standing outside all that.
What I felt for you began as love and deepened into almost worship. Thinking you were one of the most amazing people I’ve ever known was a self-told lie. Eventually I saw through you and became afraid. In time I grew to hate you and myself for loving you. A.B.
When you were in love,
you knew no fear or hatred.
When you were fearful,
there was no possibility of love or hate.
And when there was hate, there was only hate.
I wish I hadn’t broken up with you. In time you healed and made room in your heart for another. It’s so hard to see you with someone new filling in the space that used to be mine; holding your hand; kissing your lips; embracing you. What have I done?! D.P.
Throughout my lifetime I’ve left
pieces of my heart here and there.
And now, there’s almost barely enough
to stay alive.