I loved you when I was twenty-one and still when thirty-one rolled around. The years pass without you. People come and go. Some I remember well. Others I can’t even recall their names. Now I’m over forty and still in love with a man I can’t have. H.E.
The pain started years ago,
but I’d lived with it for so long
at that point that I’d accepted it
as an inevitable part of me.
by Ashley D. Wallis
I want to feel happy again. I’m tired of hurting. I want to be in your arms again. I tired of not sleeping at night. I am sick of wearing fake smiles. I am waiting for you make me show a real smile again. I’m lost without you! Please come back to me. S.D.
There are many persons ready
to do what is right because in their hearts
they know it is right. But they hesitate,
waiting for the other…
to make the first move
and he, in turn, waits for you.
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.
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.
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.
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
It doesn’t hurt much anymore. My memories of you, of us, are good and I cherish them. Once in a while those old feelings come round. Then I remember how much I love you and how much I still yearn to be safe in your arms, skin against skin. B.C.
I was made and meant to look for you
and wait for you
and become yours forever.
You wonder why I hesitate. Everything I want to say I shouldn’t tell you. You belong to another. To be near you and not tell you how much love is in my heart for you is impossible. To be in your presence and not hold you would be unbearable.
It is a dull sensation, your heart breaking,
like the sound of a pebble dropping on the sand.
Not a shattering, not a tearing apart,
there is nothing shrill or grandiose about the sensation.
It is merely an internal realization that something treasured…
is leaving forever.
From “The Art of Devotion” by Samantha Bruce-Benjamin
I have loved you for over twenty-five years but we’ve shared only scattered days. True love is like that; it lasts and lasts proving itself over and over through the duration of time. How I wish to had been able to see before what I so clearly comprehend now. K.M.
If you hide, I’ll seek for you.
If you’re lost, I’ll search for you.
If you leave, I’ll wait for you.
If they try to take you away from me,
I’ll fight for you.
Hold my hand again. Take me in your arms. Linger against me. Kiss me slowly; tenderly. While I don’t live in the past, your part in my life is as vibrantly fresh and alive as if it was yesterday; not twenty five years ago. This love is one of a kind that comes only once. Yours only I am. C.B.
I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments
and glue them together again and tell myself
that the mended whole was as good as new.
What is broken is broken and I’d rather
remember it as it was at its best than mend it
and see the broken places as I lived.
It’s been a long time since I last saw you, but you’re still in my dreams. Each day no more than a few hours pass when I don’t think of you. Remembering waking up together is the hardest. In moments between dreams and awakened reality I forget you’re gone. J.B.
When you lose someone, you get used
to living day-to-day without them.
But you’ll never get used to
the “10 second heartbreak.”
That’s the time it takes to wake
to full consciousness each day