No one understands the silence between my words. No one understands the sadness behind my smile. No one understands the unsaid feelings deep inside. I have become one person on the outside while another very different one is within. D.G.
You flew off
with the wings
of my heart
and left me flightless.
Stelle Atwater
I’m a good enough person to forgive, but not stupid enough to trust you again. Just because I make small talk when I run into you, doesn’t mean I have forgotten the pain. Never mistake my civility for a hint I might want to be with you again. I DON’T! R.B.
There were many ways of breaking a heart.
Stories were full of hearts being broken by love,
but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream,
whatever that dream might be.
Pearl Buck
Just because my eyes don’t show tears, doesn’t mean my heart is crying. Just because I am strong, doesn’t mean nothing is wrong. I pretend I’m happy, so I don’t have to explain to those who’ll never understand. Smiling is easier than explaining. R.W.
If a boy cries for a girl
that doesn’t mean he is stupid.
If a boy can’t move on to another girl
that doesn’t mean he is stubborn.
If a boy gets depressed for ‘one girl’
that doesn’t mean he is a loser.
If a boy always dreams about only ‘one girl’
that doesn’t mean he’s just got addicted to her.
If a boy is obsessed for one girl
that doesn’t mean he can’t be with any other girl.
If a boy is crazy for one girl
that doesn’t mean he has lost his mind…
All that means is…
He loves that girl so much
that he can’t love any other girl in the same way.
Unknown
In the bubble of our love, everything was good. Anger never lasted. Disappointment evaporated quickly. Grief passed. Everything was made better because of our love. Then I cheated and messed everything up. Where joy once was is now sadness. B.J.
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.
From “The Feast of Love”
by Charles Baxter
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.
Christopher Pike
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.
Jodi Picoult
You thought I was your property and you could make me into anything you wanted. All that meant is you were never in love me. I was only a possession that you thought could be remodeled into a fantasy man that was real only in your imagination. H.S.
If our love
is only a will
to possess,
it is not love.
Thich Nhat Hanh
Standing with a quivering smile I was trying so hard not to cry as we said goodbye. Will you come back like you promised? Will your love remain strong through the distance? I will be here waiting, hoping and praying you’ll come home safely to me. K.B.
I want to be strong
for you right now
but the thought of you
leaving is killing me inside.
Pittacus Lore
Our first kiss in the rain is a sweet memory deeply pressed into my mind. Our last kiss in the bright mid-day sun seems unreal and like something that did not happen. But it did. That was the day our marriage ended. That was not what I wanted. M.E.
The first kiss
can be as
terrifying
as the last.
Daina Chaviano
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
Broken Hearts Anonymous 