My brain knows our relationship is over, but my heart refuses to accept it. Hidden there is still hope you’ll change your mind and forgive me. I thought in time my feelings would begin to fade, but that is not happening. I miss you… D.D.
I miss the way you used to hug me,
I miss the way you used to kiss my lips,
but most of all I miss the way you held me
and my heart. I miss you…
“Jo”
I was playing for keeps. You were just playing. Only the chase that make you like me. Once I was yours the thrill was gone and moved on to your next conquest. I hate myself for letting you use me, but I hate myself more for letting you. W.O.
I heard you’re a player. So, lets play a game.
Lets sweet talk. Lets play fight. Lets talk 24/7.
Lets tell each other good morning and good night every day.
Lets take walks together. Let’s give each other nicknames.
Lets go on dates. Lets talk on the phone all night long.
Lets hold each other. Lets kiss and hug.
And whoever falls in love first? Loses
Unknown
My pride got the best of me. Anger blinded me over something near meaningless. You said you were tired of me beating you up emotionally over the smallest things and left. I thought you’d come back. It’s been weeks now and I don’t know where you are. L.S.
Too often we don’t realize what we have until it’s gone.
Too often we’re too stubborn to say “I’m sorry, I was wrong.”
Too often It seems we hurt the ones closest to our hearts.
And we let the most foolish things tear us apart.
Unknown
What happened to me? Why would I do something like that? I was weak, drank too much and spent the night with someone whose name I don’t remember. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. I have to tell you what I did and am nearly certain I’m about to lose you. C.W.
Heaven has no rage
like love to hatred turned,
nor hell a fury
like a woman scorned.
William Congreave
For years I anguished over losing you. The emotional self-beating went on and on for what I did wrong. I was the bigger villain, but we are both guilty of letting our love starve to death. Now in love again the mistakes of then give me lessons to live by now. S.S.
And he hated himself
and hated her, too,
for the ruin
they’d made of each other.
Dennis Lehane
Being obsessed with my imperfections shaped how I saw you. It was craziness that caused me to think anyone who could love me was too screwed up and imperfect for me to love. I drove you away and made you despise me. Yet my heart still cries for you. B.J.
We waste time looking for the perfect lover,
instead of creating the perfect love.
Tom Robbins
image by KCe7
You said you had told me everything. I believed you or at least wanted to. There was always a nagging feeling you kept secrets but I loved you so much I ignored it. How was I to know you withheld so much it caused our marriage to fall like a house of cards. D.S.
… secrets are terrible things.
Even the simplest ones…
Karen Foxless
To this day I am still hoping you will forgive me and show up at my door. I dream of opening it and standing there you say “I have forgiven you. I love you. I can’t live without you”. Sadly that sort of redemption is only in the movies and never in real life. H.M.
Betraying and deceiving you,
I surely had no right
To snatch away such a precious gem;
A dark thief in the night.
To hear those forbidden words,
To vanquish all the pain,
To understand my dearest wish:
To know you once again.
Unknown
Chasing a career is how I explained moving often all over the country for jobs. I thought having a new boyfriend every few months just meant I had not found the right guy. Then I fell completely in love with you. It scared me. So I ran away from you too. J.B.
Moving on is easy.
It’s staying moved
on that’s trickier.
Katerina Stoykova Klemer
When I’d get jealous about men talking to you it felt like a monster took me over. I knew you loved me, but still became like Dr. Heckle taken over by Mr. Hyde. Too many times I embarrassed you. It took you leaving me to discover I have a real problem. D.C.
Jealousy is a disease,
love is a healthy condition.
The immature mind often mistakes
one for the other, or assumes
that the greater the love,
the greater the jealousy;
in fact,
they are almost incompatible;
one emotion hardly
leaves room for the other.
Robert A. Heinlein
Broken Hearts Anonymous 