For hours, even days, I don’t think about you. But when my feelings bubble up I become temporarily lost in thinking of much I loved you then and still do now. Wishing to forget and fighting to hold on to every memory is slowly driving me crazy; a bitter-sweet insanity. L.S.
I have flown and fallen,
and I have swum deep and drowned,
but there should be more to love
than “I survived it”.
Lisa Manchev
Most days I get a little better at letting you go, but it’s damn hard! I still love you and miss you. Once in a while I wake up and for a moment wonder why you’re not in bed with me, then I remember; you don’t want me any more. You’ve moved on. I hope some day I can too. F.O.
Forget his name
Forget his face
Forget his kiss
His warm embrace
Forget the love you once knew
Remember he has someone new
Forget him when they played your song
Remember when you cried all night long
Forget how close you once were
Remember he has chosen her
Forget how you memorized his walk
Forget the way he use to talk
Forget the things he used to say
Remember he has gone away
Forget his laugh forget his grin
Forget the dimples on his chin
Forget the way he held you tight
Remember he’s with her tonight
Forget the time that went so fast
Forget the love that moved, it passed
Forget he said he’d leave you never
Remember he is gone forever.
Unknown
Love lost and long remembered is a blessed curse. Day and night my mind silently mumbles your name saying “I’m sorry” over and over. I became a clown in the circus and have spent my life painting a smile on my face every day and hiding underneath it. K.T.
You can love someone so much…
But you can never love people
as much as you can miss them.
John Green
After we broke up I lost track of you. Sometimes I wonder where you are or what you’re doing. Did you move away? Settle down? Are you happy? Are you in love? Do you have children? It’s been ten years and still I have thoughts of you. Do you still think of me? J.B.
I wonder do you think of me
And remember the park
Where you struck the spark
To a fire that’s still burning
… in my heart.
I can tell you that I’ve never
Felt like that since.
I don’t know if you would
But I’d go back if I could.
Keith Whitley
My fears drive me crazy and I often make you nuts with my insecurities. I’m jealous too often. For no particular reason I constantly fear you leaving me. I know I’m a mess and need help. If I go to counseling and work really hard to get better, will you come home? Please? A.F.
After all, what is happiness?
Love, they tell me.
But love doesn’t bring
and never has brought happiness.
On the contrary,
it’s a constant state of anxiety,
a battlefield;
it’s sleepless nights,
asking ourselves all the time
if we’re doing the right thing.
Real love is composed of ecstasy and agony.
Paulo Coelho
Bumping into you was completely unexpected. It’s been years since I last saw you. With “how are you’s” and small talk my love for you began shouting in my heart again. The volume of that voice in my heart is still loud days later. I love you. I always will. I miss you so. A.O.
Our eyes crossed
my voice was lost
Her smile
destroyed my soul.
Words were broken
thoughts were woken
Why must
she torment me so.
From “Her smile destroyed my soul” by Peter Wetzel
Lust is a blinder. Trying to blame it on animal instinct makes me sound stupid. Saying it was only sex makes me look ignorant. Saying that me cheating on you was stupid is accurate and its price is so high I will be paying for it the rest of my life. I lost you my darling. C.B.
When you have indulged a lust, your wing drops off;
you become lame, abandoned by a fantasy.
…People fancy they are enjoying themselves,
but they are really tearing out their wings
for the sake of an illusion.
Rumi
You’ve figured out I’m falling in love with you and you’re trying to make me stop by hurting me this way. Well it won’t work. One way or another, I’m going to make you care about me. Yes, I am, unless your cold attitude kills me first. If I’m going to be miserable, so are you. J.G.
No one ever fell in love gracefully.
Connie Brockway
I’ve never stopped thinking of you. The minutes become hours; hours turn into days. Soon there are weeks, months and years. Thoughts of you have been on my mind through five years, four months, three days, two hours and one minute. It’s 2:01am. I’m thinking of you. J.B.
They say that time
heals all wounds
but all it’s done so far
is give me more time
to think about
how much I miss you.
Ezbeth Wilder.
At night I dream of you. Thoughts about you bounce in my head all day. You’re my sister’s best friend and have been in our lives since we were little. I’ve loved you for so long I can’t recall when it started. I wish I had the strength to tell you and find out if you love me too. L.K.
You can make believe it happens
or pretend that something’s true.
You can wish or hope or contemplate
a thing you’d like to do.
But until you start to do it,
you will never see it through
‘cause the make-believe pretending
just won’t do it for you.
Fred Rogers
Broken Hearts Anonymous 