My love; my love; my love. How do I live without you? My life has been entangled with yours for so long I am lost without you. You’re gone and there is nothing I can do except grieve my loss and know life will never be as full of color and joy ever again. S.W.
When tomorrow starts without me,
And I’m not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
All filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn’t cry
The way you did today,
While thinking of the many things,
We didn’t get to say.
I know how much you love me,
As much as I love you,
And each time that you think of me,
I know you’ll miss me too;
But when tomorrow starts without me,
Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name,
And took me by the hand…
From the song “Memories”
written by Margi Harrell
It took a long time, but I finally was able to fall in love again. And for loving you I learned how to love better. This time I won’t make the same mistakes or do the same stupid things. Heart, mind and soul I am healthy and able to love like never before. D.L.
It feels like I’ve dried up my tears
And fought my way out
of this darkness
which used to possess
every part of my being
but now, it feels like
I am finally healing.
No more are the mascara stained pillows
No more is the feeling of drowning in sorrow
Gone is the emptiness in which I used to feel
Seems like real life has re’gained it’s appeal.
My heart’s broken. I hardly sleep. I obsess over you day and night. Yet, I know you were not right for me. I knew it all along, but that didn’t keep me from loving you. Knowing I fell for the wrong person does not lessen the pain of this lesson I am being taught. A.P.
Watching you walk out of my life
does not make me bitter or cynical about love.
But rather makes me realize that if I wanted
so much to be with the wrong person
how beautiful it will be
when the right one comes along.
By seeing our love as perfect I set myself up for a long hard fall. Perfection does not exist and to believe it did was a wonderful delusion while it lasted. Life tore at my mirage until there is no longer a veil. Then my make-believe became no longer believable. W.O.
No perfection can last forever.
Time tears at it;
wears it down until it’s nothing,
just an empty shell.
The days when we were falling in love were intense as the flames grew ever higher and higher. Then one day the fire died down to embers and soon after the coals were lifeless and black. Sustained love takes great tending. Dying love takes only indifference. L.L.
The flame of love
just a cold loneliness.
I read some where that “a heartbreak is a blessing from God. It’s just His way of letting you realize He saved you from the wrong one”. No matter how true that is, my heart is still broken and I am a long way from being over you. Love dies slowly. F.P.
The heart dies a slow death,
shedding each hope like leaves
until one day there are none.
No hopes. Nothing remains.
It took falling in love again years after we parted to make me truly appreciate you. Before “us” I never knew what love or family was. I learned about those from being with you. I will forever be regretful of the pain I caused and grateful you loved me. C.B.
This is not a goodbye, my darling,
this is a thank you.
Thank you for coming into my life
and giving me joy,
thank you for loving me
and receiving my love in return.
Thank you for the memories
I will cherish forever.
But most of all,
thank you for showing me
that there will come a time
when I can eventually let you go.