For months I was only a shadow. I lost weight because I didn’t eat. My friends wondered why I didn’t spend time with them anymore. Even my work suffered. My memories of you will never completely fade away, but it’s time I got on with my life and put you behind me.
Incredible change happens in your life
when you decide to take control
of what you do have power over
instead of craving control
over what you don’t.
Steve Maraboli
I am glad I stopped talking to you. I miss you once in a while but then remember what a dishonest creep you are. You utterly and completely broke my heart. My feelings for you are just about all gone now and I’ll be happy to live the rest of my life without you. P.E.
…each heart is made
of a different stone –
no two feel alike
nor break the same way …
From “A Familiar Rain”
by John Geddes
There was a reason for why you broke my heart. There’s a reason for why you laughed when I cried, but there is no reason for why I still love you after all that pain and heartbreak. Feeling like a fool just makes the grief worse. I was so stupid to believe in you. M.H.
Do you hear that sound?
Do you know what it is?
It’s my broken heart raining
the thousand pieces you broke it into.
I played your game. You won.
Congratulations. Hope you had fun.
Anonymous
What you did broke my heart into a thousand pieces and getting past that took a long time. Eventually I realized it was okay to love with all my heart and soul. However, the next time I won’t waste my love on someone unworthy who can’t love me full out in return. L.L.
What is love,
if not the
abandonment
of all sanity,
all dignity?
Coco J. Ginger
I just realized I haven’t shed a tear over the end of “us” for over a year. I still think of you, but so very slowly, you are fading into memory. Letting you go is the hardest thing I have ever done in spite of how much you hurt me. I’ll never love again like I loved you. J.Y.
Yet nothing can to nothing fall,
Nor any place be empty quite;
Therefore I think my breast hath all
Those pieces still, though they be not unite;
And now, as broken glasses show
A hundred lesser faces, so
My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore,
But after one such love, can love no more.
John Donne
On again; then off again. You want me; then you don’t. You say you can’t live without me and go make a life with someone else. Up and down like a yoyo, but, guess what! I’m not going to let you do from now on. I don’t believe in you anymore. Go away. Leave me alone. S.J.
I don’t miss him,
I miss who
I thought he was.
Unknown
You hurt me when you pretended not to love me. I believed you and thought you didn’t care. Finding out years later you loved me all along doesn’t take away the pain felt and carried for years. But it will let the wound to heal to where now only a scar will remain.
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
After you were gone a magnitude of grief arrived, but that wasn’t the worst of it. The hardest part was no longer being able to hug you every day, in hearing only the echo of my own voice when I spoke your name, sleeping without your body against mine and waking alone.
Grief can take care of itself,
but to get the full value of joy,
you must have somebody to divide it with.
Mark Twain
Once in a while I still find a note you wrote me hidden away in a book. The other day I found the little metal angel you gave me to travel with and keep me safe. You used to want me to call and let you know I had arrived safely when I traveled. I miss that. A.D.
I am tired, Beloved,
of chafing my heart against
the want of you;
of squeezing it into little inkdrops,
And posting it.
From “The Letter” by Amy Lowell
Oh, how hard I’ve tried to forget you! Your letters were burned in the fireplace. All our photos went up in smoke like the cards, notes and everything I’d saved. It didn’t help. You’re no more out of my heart now than when I burned it all; now just another regret. O.Y.
Sometimes
the hardest part
isn’t letting go
but rather
learning to start over.
Nicole Sobon
Broken Hearts Anonymous 