Tag Archives: ending of relationship

From Hugging and Kissing to Hurting and Missing

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Sometimes I get disgusted with myself. Why? Because I still love you. I don’t want to anymore. It hurts too much. The more attention I pay to wanting my feelings to go away, the stronger the love in my heart becomes. Wanting what I can’t have is driving me crazy. S.W.

To go from hugging and kissing
To hurting and missing,
From joy and happiness
To pain and loneliness.
Pain no longer seems the same.
It hurts me more to hear your name
Than putting my hand over an open flame.
Flames hurt, but not as much.
It hurts much more to remember your touch
From an untitled poem by Daniel Lazarus Garcia

Had To Leave or Perish

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You loved staying up all night and sleeping all day. I preferred going to bed early and rising with the sun. Complete opposites and for a time we were two halves of a whole. Then your behavior got darker as drugs took you over. I had to leave or perish emotionally. D.S.

I love you as certain dark things
are to be loved, in secret,
between the shadow and the soul.
From “100 Love Sonnets” by Pablo Neruda

I Just Feel Pain

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I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I just feel pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong. H.M.

Numbing the pain
for a while
will make it worse
when you finally feel it.
J.K. Rowling

Only the Echoes of His Own Thoughts

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Thinking I would be safe if I lived alone and did not fall in love again was flawed thinking. Over time my sadness grew and life became colorless with little taste. Now I know mourning a broken heart is better than having a heart that is dead. Finally I am facing losing you. A.E.

The person who tries to live alone
will not succeed as a human being.
His heart withers
if it does not answer another heart.
His mind shrinks away if he hears
only the echoes of his own thoughts
and finds no other inspiration.
Pearl S. Buck

There Isn’t Much Left

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First I lost you. A month later I was fired from the job I really liked. I had to sell my car. My landlord is selling my cheap apartment, so I have to move. There isn’t much left except my love for you. If I can lose that maybe I will finally be free, but what if I don’t want to be? P.D.

Nothing,
Everything,
Anything,
Something:
If you have nothing,
then you have everything,
because you have the freedom to do anything,
without the fear of losing something.
Jarod Kintz

How Do I Tell You?

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Love’s either slowing growing or slowly dying. It’s always one or the other. Love never stands still. With one’s intellect not much can be done to sway it one way or the other. If we could start over, I would. But that’s not possible. How do I tell you I don’t love you anymore? A.W.

First best is falling in love.
Second best is being in love.
Least best is falling out of love.
But any of it is better
than never having been in love.
Maya Angelou

The Good of Having Loved

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Like exercise makes my arms stronger, loving you added strength to my heart. Even though my heart is hurting, the good of having loved you remains. Some days remembering makes life more difficult, but most often my life is better because you were once in it. J.B.

You left behind a broken heart
And happy memories too
But I never wanted memories
I only wanted You.
unknown

How Do I Get Through This?

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Like sudden lightening came your words “I want a divorce”. I knew we had problems, but though we’d work through them somehow. When I begged you to change your mind you said “NO” and walked away. I have hardly stopped crying since. How do I get through this? B.C.

All I can do
Is cry over you;
Crying over what I hoped could be,
Crying over what will never be.

I’m blind to what’s in front of me,
Seeing nothing but what I want to see,
But that is not realistic;
That is just my imagination.

I cry over the change that is happening just too fast;
Crying over the footsteps left in the sand,
Watching them disappear after every wave rushing upward,
Knowing they won’t reappear.

No matter how much I wish they would
Nothing will make this better,
Not unless I stop crying over you,
Not until I give up on you.
Unknown

Passion Alone Isn’t Love

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Love is patient & waits calmly; assuredly; confidently. The yearning & burning; the desire & fire is a primitive need stoked by craving & longing. Passion alone isn’t love. You never come around except to sleep with me. I’m done with that. Don’t show up here again. D.G.

How do they do it,
the ones who make love without love?
Beautiful as dancers,
gliding over each other like ice-skaters
over the ice, fingers hooked
inside each other’s bodies, faces
red as steak, wine, wet as the
children at birth whose mothers are going to
give them away.
How do they do it,
the ones who make love without love?
From “Sex Without Love” by Sharon Olds

The Slow Letting Go

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You swept me off my feet as I’d never known before. Wonderful. Beautiful. Intense. After a few months the love that came so quickly departed even more rapidly. Then came the time of pretending until neither of us could fool the other; the time of the slow letting go. D.G.

Delusion detests focus
and romance provides the veil.
Suzanne Finnamore