I want to give you my whole heart, but can’t. I’m afraid you’ll find out how screwed up I am if you get that close. It confuses me to love you so much and hate myself at the same time. If I don’t share my true feelings with you soon I know you’ll leave me. H.F.
A woman who is not happy with herself
can never be happy for someone else.
A hopeless fool I am; an addict. My substance of choice does not come in a pill or glass; it’s you. Like a junkie who can’t get a fix I shake, sweat and grieve doing my best to shake this habit since you don’t want me anymore. I feel like I am dying. B.R.
Everyone has an addiction,
mine happens to be you.
Thought we are no longer lovers, that special time we shared made our friendship so much deeper than it would be otherwise. Yes, it was difficult and complicated for a while as we became ‘just friends’ again, but I am so glad we made it. I cherish you.
I wish you a lifetime of love,
Happiness that never ends,
Songs of laughter,
Warmth of family and friends.
I wish you days that are bright
And filled with dreams,
A world of faith and hope
And joy that’s everlasting.
I wish you constant peace
And good days ahead.
You deserve this and more
My dear sweet friend.
I want to feel happy again. I’m tired of hurting. I want to be in your arms again. I tired of not sleeping at night. I am sick of wearing fake smiles. I am waiting for you make me show a real smile again. I’m lost without you! Please come back to me. S.D.
There are many persons ready
to do what is right because in their hearts
they know it is right. But they hesitate,
waiting for the other…
to make the first move
and he, in turn, waits for you.
We shared a decade’s worth of the rapture of love in the borrowed time we had. I thought I had loved before, but have known since love was shown to me the first time in your arms. Sometimes I miss that serenity more than I have words to explain. H.M.
To live in this world,
you must be able to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it against your bones
knowing your life depends on it;
and when the time comes, to let go.
Years go by. People come and go; an ongoing parade of faces I mostly forget with names I barely remember. Some didn’t really know me. Some loved me. Some hurt me. Some did both. I’ve loved. I’ve lost. Most I got over reasonably quick. Then there is you.T.B.
doesn’t have a happy ending:
doesn’t HAVE an ending
I don’t regret being with you, but don’t wish we were together either. I don’t even like who you’ve become. Yet when I run into you, a deep and painful love awakens. It aches long after you leave. You haunt my dreams and my silence. I fear that may never stop. M.A.
Ask me why I keep on loving you
when it’s clear that you don’t feel
the same way for me…
The problem is that as much
as I can’t force you to love me,
I can’t force myself to stop loving you.