I learned you saying “I love you” all the time was your excuse for never having to show it. You put yourself before me most of the time and didn’t tell me things you should have. Out of all my memories of you, in only a few did you show me love and kindness.
Love is not about
how much you say ‘I love you,’
but how much
you can prove that it’s true.
Unknown
You said I was beautiful. I didn’t believe it. I saw a woman too tall, overweight with lousy hair and big feet. When you’d say “you’re perfect for me” I though it couldn’t be true. I wish I had listened. I put myself down for so much for so long, you got tired of it and left. C.S.
She wanted to have him hold her
and tell her all the demons were pretend,
that there was no monster in her closet,
that everything would be okay.
But that was a lie.
The demon was in her head,
telling her she was too fat.
She had to get the demon out.
But she couldn’t do it by herself.
Jackie Morse Kessler
I don’t understand why I let myself stay with you after all your lies and the tears I have cried. The hold you have had on me is nearly gone. I have had enough. I’ll be gone soon. You’ve had a thousand chances to treat me better and have wasted every one. V.M.
There are times when the actual experience
of leaving something makes you wish desperately
that you could stay, and then there are times
when the leaving reminds you a hundred times over
why exactly you had to leave in the first place.
Shauna Niequist
Love for you still lives in my heart but I’m different now. You broke me. NO, you shattered me into pieces. Once I put myself back together the person who emerged is not the old quiet and compliant me. I’m stronger with lots of confidence. Are you ready for that? L.K.
Yes you are forgiven,
come back to me
and we can start all over again…
But one thing is for sure,
after you broke me
I’m not the same person
that you hurt before…
Jaymie Gassner
I’ve obsessed over the thought “you don’t know what you had until it’s gone” so much I get sick at my stomach every time I think it. If I could turn back time to before I left, I’d be faithful for always and never leave you. Please take me back Baby. PLEASE!!! A.L.
It’s gonna hurt so bad if you walk away
Why don’t you stay and let me make it up to you
Stay I’ll do anything you want me to
You loved me before please love me again
I can’t let you go back to him
Please don’t go
Please don’t go
From “Hurt So bad” by The Imperials
If inside you was half as pretty as the outside, loving you would have been joyful. Instead you brought little but anguish and pain. It’s as if you think because you are so beautiful you can do whatever you want, when you want. You still can, but without me! S.O.
Most people tend to think
the best of those
who are blessed with beauty;
we have difficulty imagining
that physical perfection
can conceal twisted emotions
or a damaged mind.
Dean Koontz
Still I can’t fully understand why you became so mean. I did nothing give you my love and complete self. Once you had me, you suddenly seemed to not care any more. Was it I was not good enough for you, or more likely, you didn’t think you’re good enough for me? My heart still cries “why”. A.K.
Cruelty is a language
that the blind can see,
the deaf can hear,
and the heart feels forever.
Shannon L. Alder
All I am and thought I could be was yours, but it was not enough. How was I to know you were only playing around? You said all the right things and made the best moves to get me fall in love with you. I was ALL yours, but you grew tired of me and faded away. L.S.
To me our love was everything
and you were my whole life.
It is not very pleasant to realize
that to you it was only an episode.
From “The Painted Veil” by W. Somerset Maugham
There’s no one who would understand what I’m going through. When you said goodbye to me, I did not let it show I was breaking inside. I haven’t let anyone else see either. But when I am alone, about all I do is cry over what has been lost. My grief is long and deep. H.C.
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.
Washington Irving
I wonder how things might have turned out if we had met now when we are both single instead of back when we were married. The deceit and stress of our affair damned us from the start. Something good is rarely successfully built from doing what is wrong. L.K.
A love affair is like a short story;
it has a beginning, a middle, and an end.
The beginning was easy, the middle might drag,
invaded by commonplace, but the end,
instead of being decisive and well-knit
with that element of revelatory surprise
as a well-written story should be,
it usually dissipated in a succession
of messy and humiliating anticlimaxes.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Broken Hearts Anonymous 