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.
A. Nin
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
I will remember her not as the one who broke my heart, but as the one who taught me how to love. I have healed enough to see the bond between some people lasts for some time and ends. But for a while it was magic; a true love that didn’t last. R.B.
In Nature, things are broken with a purpose;
clouds break to pour rains,
rivers break to water fields,
fields break to yield crops,
seeds break to yield plants…
so if ever you feel broken,
understand that you must be part
of a better and more beautiful purpose…
Debashis Dey
Why do I want you back? Why can’t I hate you? Why can’t I let go of our memories? Why do I find it hard to forget you? So many ‘why’s’ but the most unanswered one is why do I still love you after you said goodbye because you wanted your freedom? WHY? L.L.
After tonight, as it all ends,
will we end up just as friends?
After tonight, as you leave my side,
will you cry like I do till the tears subside?
After tonight, as you tell me we’re through,
will you ever realize I still love you?
Unknown
I begged and pleaded but you said you didn’t love me anymore. You wanted to leave, so I had to let you go. Life was hard for a long time. I’m doing okay now, but I have not forgotten you. The part of my heart with your name on it will never completely heal. R.P.
Baby, baby.
It’s you I’m thinking of.
In the morning
when I wake up.
In the evening,
it’s you that I dream of.
From “Things I’d Like To Say”
by the New Colony Six
Loving you taught me many things including how much I could love; the great happiness possible; the depth of pain I could feel and how much I could cry. The tears have slowed, but not stopped. Getting over you and how much I love you will take a long time. H.P.
Trying to make someone
fall in love with you
is about as pointless
as trying to control
who you fall in love with.
unknown
It’s difficult to admit, but things aren’t going to work out for us. Deep down we both know it, but neither is willing to say it. Through my tears I am writing it down for you, not because I want to but because I have to. For your own good I have to let you go. E.O.
I think it’s time that I let you go.
And it’s really hard for me to do
because I know that there’s a part of me
that will be in love with you for the rest of my life.
But this running in place and day dreaming
is just not healthy for either of us.
Dawson’s Creek
I’m in pain because I really need you by my side. I don’t want to you to leave even though I always said that you could. I was lying. You’re my everything. I love you and need you for every part of my life. I’m sitting here just waiting for you, hope by hope. K.N.
Do you know that place
between being asleep and awake,
where you still remember your dreams?
That’s where I’ll always love.
That’s where I’ll always wait for you.
Tinkerbell (“Hook”)
You appeared to me like a white knight from a childhood tale where lovers live happily ever after. I made excuses about how you treated me badly. You always were exactly the selfish liar you are. It’s all my fault I pretended you were something you are not. R.P.
Every fairytale has a villain.
All high quality happy endings
involve a black-hearted monster.
I just didn’t want you to be mine.
Coco J. Ginger
I wasn’t drunk, but I had put away a few when I decided to call you at home last night. When your phone went unanswered, a tear ran down my cheek. Now I’m glad you didn’t take my call. I promised to leave you alone and I will do better at keeping my word. S.P.
I remembered your phone number.
It came back to me easily
as these feelings
of loving you.
I miss you,
you know.
I wish you had been home.
Peter McWilliams
Broken Hearts Anonymous 