Broken Hearts

>It ( the affair) started in the fall of 2013 for Cristin. J (my husband) and she were at a work event and were participating in group pictures. Cristin slipped on a rock and J immediately caught her. He steadied her and for her, that's when she knew. She knew she felt something for him. J claims this incident made no matter to him. In fact, he didn't even remember it until Cristin told him when she started having feelings for him. In January 2014 they were at a meeting in Las Vegas. The last night of the event, Cristin and J had some drinks and began flirting with each other. They (the group) took a van back to the hotel. J got into the van first and sat in the back. Cristin followed. On the drive back, Cristin wrapped her arms around him and placed her head onto his shoulder. He...
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When I left to attend the concert, Messa di Gloria, I held within my chest a tiny kernel of hope that I would meet someone as the music swelled around me, or perhaps in the interval some dashing stranger would offer to buy me a drink and we would talk about everything and nothing long into the night. How romantic of me. I do not know why I hold this infernal hope in my heart, why I do this to myself every time I go out. I should know by now that fairytales don’t exist. During the day I tell my friends I am cold hearted and soulless, I make it clear I have no intention to indulge in the romantic relations others so desperately seek - they are beneath me. On the rare occasions someone expresses an interest in me, I make it into a game, a hunter hunting its prey, but in the end, I am the...
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And I can see it coming. The moment when I know he will choose her over me. The moment I know will come. I've been here before. Multiple times. A different guy, a different friend but the same heartbreak. And I know where it will lead me. A dark, cold hole where I sit and wonder why I'm once again not good enough. A place where the only thing that consumes my mind is where I went wrong or is there something wrong with me? A place where I consider myself unlovable. A place where I hide my tears to the world until it's time to go to bed and I'm by myself. And I lay there all night smothering my screams with a pillow. A place where I give up my innocence to someone else, a place where I drink myself to belligerence or get so high I can't remember when my feet left the ground, just to block...
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This letter is for those who are still wanting and waiting; wanting to give love and waiting to be loved back. I am single for more than a year now, I know it's not that long but I am still hoping for that 'magic.' I know it sounds pathetic but I still believe in the magic of love. When you keep on looking, you'll never find the perfect one. But when you're not trying, the right person will just be there unexpected. But the big question is what if I am not worth to be called as "The One?" What if I'll never be the right person? What if that unexpected person is already there for me but I am the one who's not ready yet. I once read a quote from TheGoodQuote that says "If you're waiting to be ready, you're waiting for the rest of your life." So I am trying to let myself out, trying...
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Lethal, As a child, you were my best friend. I was only twelve years old and you were twenty-one at the time. We never actually met in real life because obviously that would’ve been very inappropriate, but I was never close to anyone the way that I was close to you. It was the kind of friendship that meant something. I believe we were playing Borderlands on the Xbox 360 and just happened to get matched up. I still remember how we met. The way that I pretended my headset was broken for some silly reason. The way that you coaxed me out of my shell and let me really be myself. I was shy and naïve and young, and you were fascinating. I’m sure that you were like any other person on the planet, but to me, you were something of an entirely different nature. You’ve always kind of been a dream...
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An advice to myself: Throughout my life, even though I’m young, quite a few boys have already broken my heart. And for some weird reason I keep making the same mistakes… Why can’t I learn just like a normal person? The worst thing, which I regret every time is: I trust in other people very easily. And after I trust them they break my heart, just like that, and after that I depress a little, and a little and a little more. Something I have noticed in these past months is that a lot of people ask me “why aren’t you smiling? Is there something wrong? Are you okay?”, I guess the answer for that is that I grew? I’m more mature? Or even, I stopped believing? To be honest with you I love life, and I make the most of it, I travel around the world, I play sports, I study, I go to the beach, I...
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T You were my first boyfriend, the first boy I kissed, and even now you still have a place in my heart. You were always so goofy and really cared for me and I took that for granted. I want you to know that I didn’t intend to be a heartbreaker, I was just too young and not ready for a relationship. You deserve the best, and I know it won’t be hard for you to find. You truly are a great guy. C You were the first boy I truly loved. You were everything to me, and right now it all seems so far away and distant. So long ago I loved you. You were an asshole, and I will leave it at that. You know what you did, but I hope you know how you affected me as a person. At least once a month I think about you and everything you did. It hurts me still, but just know... I you ever texted me a “hello,” I...
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I'm not really even sure where to start. It's been 13 years. I turn 18 in two weeks and I wish more then anything that you could be here to send me off into the scary life of adulthood. I was too young at the time to completely understand what happened, but when dad sat me and veronica down and told us that you had been in an accident and you wouldn't be coming back again, I just sat in confusion as to how someone I spent everyday (basically attached by the hip) with, wouldn't ever be coming back. At your funeral I still was confused, Even after seeing you in that casket I couldn't grasp the fact that that was you. So many people showed up to your funeral, I didn't even think someone could know so many people. I'm often reminded of that day vividly, whenever I smell flowers every emotion...
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Two strangers, never met before, never seen each other, and a series of very very personal questions. https://youtu.be/rfH1Gpsu3Ws
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Dear Ex, I know it's been a while... so much has happened in my life since we last spoke. I'm sure the same can be said for you. Life has been good to me as I hope it has been to you. Living without unnecessary burdens has helped tremendously. Life is hard enough, why should it be made any harder? I could preface this letter with some sophisticated segue, but I'll just cut to the chase and say how good things have been since our split... that's actually an understatement and I'll be honest when I say it didn't happen without a lot of pain and recovery from the emotional trauma you inflicted. Yes I said it; that you inflicted. I came to 2 realizations over the past year. The first of which was... it was mostly your fault. That may be impossible for you to want to accept... but I assure...
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