You drove me away an inch at a time. To a point I was able to get used to your messy habits, lack of manners and selfish ways. But you never even really tried to change. It’s my fault for thinking a spoiled brat could. I’m sorry, but I can’t live like this. H.M.
I know there were many before me, but I hope to be the last; your enduring love. How do I stop this discomfort in my heart from the fear you’re going to hurt me? Today I am what you want, but what about next month, next year? Will you still want me then? M.M.
Will you love me, please?
When I’m bored, when I cry, when I tease?
Will you love me when I’m reading and don’t talk?
Or when I’m too tired to go on a walk?
Will you love me when I don’t feel like kissing?
When the last thing I want is to touch?
Will you love me when I hate me?
My I ask this, or is it too much
Hurting me without explanation and later telling me it was for my own good is deceitful. It’s up to me to choose if I want to be with you. Your place is not to decide you’re fit or unfit for me. That’s about you selfishly battling your own demons; not what is best for me. R.P.
I believe you love me, but I’m afraid that will change some day. You’ve been with so many. There is no certainty that I, alone, can be enough for you. How do I calm my fear? Why did they leave you behind or did you leave them? My love is haunted by your past. G.T.
Afraid that I might lose you…
Afraid that you might find someone else…
Afraid that your love for me will end…
Afraid that everything we have gone through,
Might not mean the same as what it means to me…
Afraid that you’ll forget…
Afraid that you’ll give up…
Afraid that you’ll stop caring…
Afraid that you’ll get tired…
Afraid that something will come up and ruin us…
Afraid that you’re not afraid…
Afraid that I love you too much…
Afraid to lose you…
I fear it more than anything in this world…
Because you, my Dear,
is who my heart has chosen to love,
My fear is greater than I will ever be..
So I ask of you..
Simply love me more than you ever thought you could love…
Just love me….
Like an addict needs a drug, I need you. We have problems getting along, but even in the moments I despise you I still love you. You make me cry with pain and joy. Sooner or later one or the other has to take over. Will my heart be broken or made whole? Y.U.
I love you.
I hate you.
I like you.
I hate you.
I love you.
I think you’re stupid.
I think you’re a loser.
I think you’re wonderful.
I want to be with you.
I don’t want to be with you.
I would never date you.
I hate you.
I love you…
..I think the madness started the moment we met
and you shook my hand.
Did you have a disease or something?
It seems my only purpose was to help you find out who you’re really in love with. Now you’ve gone back to her and I’m left here all alone with a broken heart that still loves you. You got found and I got left behind. One sided-love is painfully dark and lonely. T.P.
In the arithmetic of love,
one plus one equals everything,
and two minus one equals nothing.
Loving you was not the first time I’d given my heart, nor will it be the last. However, there’s something unmistakably unique about what I felt for you and feel to this very moment. I have resigned myself to it never changing. From a distance I will always love you. J.B.
Thinking of you is easy.
I do it every day.
Missing you is the heartache,
that never goes away.
Originally posted on July 31, 2012
Time heals wounds, and those left by our breakup are mostly gone. There are a few scars, but I’ve moved on. There’s someone special now, but it’s just not the same. I will probably never feel with anyone else the way I felt with you. C.S.
Sometimes it’s not the person you miss,
but the memories and moments
you had with them.
It’s feels like my broken heart is a terminal illness I could die from soon. There’s no other way to explain this pain that goes on day and night. This illness keeps me from sleeping. I’m so sick I can barely work. I barely eat. Worse than hopeless is my diagnosis. K.J.
If you drop me, I will break.
If you hold me, I will shake.
If you need me, I will hurry.
If you don’t call me, I will worry.
If you hurt me, I will cry.
But if you leave me, I will die.
We know our relationship is likely doomed no matter how much we love each other. You’re in the ‘Spring of your life’ and I am in late ‘Fall’. Age does matter, or at least the experience of age or the lack of it matters. For as long as we have, I am grateful. G.W.
The difference between
like, love and in love,
is the same as the difference between
for now, for a while and forever.