Never Cured

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broken20heart1The days are clear in memory when I couldn’t go more than ten minutes without thinking of you. Over time that yearning faded into the back of my mind; by no means cured, but put away safe. I’m glad I never got over you. It tells me the strength of my feelings. A.G.

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“You’ll get over it…”
It’s the clichés that cause the trouble.
To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever.
You don’t get over it because ‘it” is the person you loved.
The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never loses.
How could it?
This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it.
Why would I want them to?
From “Written on the Body” by Jeanette Winterson

Then There Is You

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broken20heart1Years go by. People come and go; an ongoing parade of faces I mostly forget with names I barely remember. Some didn’t really know me. Some loved me. Some hurt me. Some did both. I’ve loved. I’ve lost. Most I got over reasonably quick. Then there is you.T.B.

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True love
doesn’t have a happy ending:
True love
doesn’t HAVE an ending
Unknown

What Do I Do With The Smoke

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broken20heart1It’s hard to forget someone who gave me so much to remember. Like hidden smoldering embers underneath ashes my memories of you have remained. Now my heart is beginning to flicker again with fire. I can hide the flames, but what do I do with the smoke? H.E.

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Sometimes,
the only soul that can mend a broken heart
is the one that broke it.
For they are the ones holding all the pieces.
Patti Roberts

Something of Ultimate Value

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broken20heart1How was I to know the ingredients to make whole a many-times broken heart was buried inside me? All I needed was a sprinkling of your magic and enchantment starts to awaken. Like a great quest for something of ultimate value, love’s mystery begs solving. J.R.

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There is a sacredness in tears.
They are not the mark of weakness,
but of power.
They speak more eloquently
than ten thousand tongues.
They are messengers of overwhelming grief
…and unspeakable love.
19th century American author, Washington Irving

Forget Her

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broken20heart1A thousand, no, ten-thousand times I’ve wondered where you are, what you’re doing and if you ever think of me. I remember my feelings for you, start saying the forgetting poem to no avail and then go on bearing you in my heart; secretly; safely; unseen. M.E.

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Forget her name,
Forget her face,
Forget her smile,
Her warm embrace.
Forget her when they play our song,
Forget you cried the whole night long.
Forget you memorized her walk.
Forget the way she used to talk.
Forget the things she used to say.
Forget that she has gone away.
Forget her laugh.
Forget her grin.
Forget the dimples on her chin.
Forget the way she held you tight.
Forget she’s somewhere else tonight.
Forget the times that went so fast.
Forget her love that now has passed.
Forget she said she’d never leave you,
I can’t forget no matter what I do.

Always Will

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broken20heart1The saying “you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone” is tired, over-used and absolutely true. I’ve lived half a life time since I lay in bed with you and held you close with tears in my eyes from the sheer joy of my overwhelming love for you. I still feel it; always will. A.G.

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You will never know true happiness
until you have truly loved,
and you will never understand
what pain really is
until you have lost it.
Anonymous

No Great Mystery

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broken20heart1How you held me is clear in my mind as if the last time was a week ago. I belonged there. I felt safe. I felt wanted. I felt at home. I felt desired. I felt loved beyond doubt. Those feelings will glow fresh and strong within me until my heart beats no more. V.B.

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What we need to know about loving is no great mystery.
We all know what constitutes loving behavior;
we need but act upon it, not continually question it.
Over-analysis often confuses the issue
and in the end brings us no closer to insight.
We sometimes become too busy classifying,
separating, and examining, to remember
that love is easy. It’s we who make it complicated.
Leo Buscaglia

Like I Did You

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broken20heart1My heart has been broken many times, but never like when I lost you. The depth of the grief helped me harden my heart to keep anyone from getting that close again. And they haven’t. Yes, I have loved since you, but I have never loved again like I did you. D.O.

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A mighty pain to love it is,
And ’tis a pain that pain to miss;
But of all pains, the greatest pain
It is to love, but love in vain.
Abraham Cowley

Freely From A Distance

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broken20heart1You were ready. I wasn’t. I’m here. You’re there. But that changes nothing about the treasure I bear inside; the ability to love without want or desire tainting the purity of my feelings. I am proud of my grownup emotions that allow me to love freely from a great distance. N.C.

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But I know this.
We’re ready to move
forward again in our way.
Together or apart,
no matter how far apart, we
live in one another.
We go on together.
Ann Brashares

What Is Lost

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broken20heart1Chasing “what might have been” is like chasing a ghost seen only as a secondary flicker out of the corner of the eye. Such mental consternation is much to do about nothing, as done cannot be undone. What’s behind is cast in rock that only weighs one down. G.W.

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Since fragile flesh could never bear
Such passion or such grief,
She willed her heart to stone
And, this accomplished, found relief.
Only in dreams she turns and cries,
Tears on her face like frost,
And waking does not even know
She weeps; nor what is lost.
“Metamorphosis” by Ruth Gilbert