You know I like you. You might even have an idea it’s more. Why can’t I tell you? You’ve always been good to me, so what am I afraid of? I love you but can’t find the words or a way to say I want to be more than friends. I feel so helpless in love. V.H.
To burn with desire
and keep quiet about it
is the greatest punishment
we can bring on ourselves.
Federico Garcia Lorca
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.
Marian Anderson
Just because my eyes don’t show tears, doesn’t mean my heart is crying. Just because I am strong, doesn’t mean nothing is wrong. I pretend I’m happy, so I don’t have to explain to those who’ll never understand. Smiling is easier than explaining. R.W.
If a boy cries for a girl
that doesn’t mean he is stupid.
If a boy can’t move on to another girl
that doesn’t mean he is stubborn.
If a boy gets depressed for ‘one girl’
that doesn’t mean he is a loser.
If a boy always dreams about only ‘one girl’
that doesn’t mean he’s just got addicted to her.
If a boy is obsessed for one girl
that doesn’t mean he can’t be with any other girl.
If a boy is crazy for one girl
that doesn’t mean he has lost his mind…
All that means is…
He loves that girl so much
that he can’t love any other girl in the same way.
Unknown
The other day I looked down at my hands and noticed the spaces between my fingers that used to be filled by you when we were holding hands. Once in a while I sense what feels like you reaching for me. Do you ever feel that? C.B.
Never allow someone
to be your priority
while allowing yourself
to be their option.
Mark Twain
There are parts of me where your fingerprints invisibly still exist, your kisses continue to linger and your soft whispers echo silently. And at least for now I don’t want that to change. I have not completely given up on us. Have you? A.S.
I hated myself
for needing him at such times,
for craving his strength
whenever I felt upset.
Kathy Reichs
You’re in love with someone else that you are making a life with. In my mind I honestly want you to be happy. But my heart doesn’t listen and is still holding out for you even after the way you treated me. It believes you still love me. Am I being a fool?
I’m not crying because of you;
you’re not worth it.
I’m crying because my delusion
of who you were was shattered
by the truth of who you are.
Steve Maraboli
It happened again yesterday. I thought I heard a car pull up into driveway and was halfway to the door before realizing it couldn’t be you. You’re not coming back. It was only the neighbor getting home early. My longing for you will take a long time to stop. S.O.
In my story you’re the villain.
But in my heart,
you’re still the reigning King.
Coco J. Ginger
I wish I hadn’t broken up with you. In time you healed and made room in your heart for another. It’s so hard to see you with someone new filling in the space that used to be mine; holding your hand; kissing your lips; embracing you. What have I done?! D.P.
Throughout my lifetime I’ve left
pieces of my heart here and there.
And now, there’s almost barely enough
to stay alive.
Johnny Depp
I wish I had never met you. Then I could go to sleep at night not believing there was someone like you in the world. But in my knowing you are out there somewhere comes one sleep deprived night after another. I want you with every fiber of my being. S.P.
…hurts not
just the heart,
but every part.
Coco J. Ginger
You wonder why I hesitate. Everything I want to say I shouldn’t tell you. You belong to another. To be near you and not tell you how much love is in my heart for you is impossible. To be in your presence and not hold you would be unbearable.
It is a dull sensation, your heart breaking,
like the sound of a pebble dropping on the sand.
Not a shattering, not a tearing apart,
there is nothing shrill or grandiose about the sensation.
It is merely an internal realization that something treasured…
is leaving forever.
From “The Art of Devotion” by Samantha Bruce-Benjamin
Broken Hearts Anonymous 