Broken Hearts

My Prince Charming, I met you and discovered love at first sight. Talking to you made my heart ache and skip beats. Your smile brought tears to my eyes and I knew that I had found something special. I broke so many rules for you, chased you as best I could. I knew you felt the same way. We would talk for hours on end, so interested in each other. I had recently come out of bad relationship and you helped to mend that hole in my heart. In my previous relationship, my love was taken for granted and abused. I knew that you were so different; you even realized that I always waited until you said goodnight because I never wanted to be the first to end our conversation. You were so special, you admired parts of me that I didn't know I had. You made me feel so loved, sent me the sweetest...
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An open letter to the one who broke me. We dated in the early part of 2014. You were great. You came into my life and you rescued me. You rescued me from loads of depression and hopelessness. We began talking in March then began dating in April and we instantly hit it off. We fell hard for each other and I thought we were perfect together. We both held the qualities that are needed to keep a relationship alive. (For a little while anyway). For example, the basic things like honesty and trust were there. You treated me so well, and I began to believe that you were the one that I had been searching for. Not only did you treat me well, but you also accepted my flaws. You even accepted my daughter and I can't thank you enough for that. Things were going tremendously up until the late part...
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Knight, Today marks a year since you left us. Some days, the grief consumes me; other days, the good memories flood my mind. And then there are the days I can remember nothing but the bad that happened between us. But every day, I remember you. That day I lost you, I lost something inside me — something central to my existence. I think if soul mates exist, then that’s what we were, brought together by the fate of eight strangers picked to live in a house. You and I always joked that we would never have dated if we’d met in real life (let’s be real, I didn’t like white boys and you had a thing for dumb blondes). But I’m so thankful we ended up in that house together. And even though falling in love while filming a television show isn’t a normal love story, it was ours. And it was...
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Sometimes breaking up isn’t too difficult. Sometimes you know the person is entirely wrong for you. You know that it would never work because you never achieved that level of intimacy necessary to build a lasting relationship. You never became best friends. Then there are times when breaking up is the most difficult thing in the world, not just because you know that you are breaking your lover’s heart – and your own while you’re at it – but because you are willfully choosing to lose your best friend. There is nothing worse than choosing to let go and move on when you know that your best friend will never be more than just that, a best friend. It’s a very difficult phenomenon to describe, which is why most go with the all-time favorite cliché: “I love you, but I’m not in love with...
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We were so close, we were such good friends. I looked forward to your name appearing on my phone screen and always smiled when I read your messages or opened your snaps. We always laughed together. I have more inside jokes with you from our three-month friendship than I do with friends I've had for three years. It has been a month since we've talked. I guess I knew you were interested in me. I pretended that you weren't though, just like I always do. When friends would ask I would immediately reply "Oh god no! We're just friends." They knew better, and if I'm being honest with myself, so did I. And then I messed up. Like I always do. But this time I haven't stopped thinking about it since. I guess I knew he was interested in me too. But, of course, I pretended he wasn't. And...
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An open letter to the one who gave up his chance. It's pretty much been living hell without you, it's just killing me. I know you've moved on, and you're probably really happy. But, look at me. Do you think I'm happy? I sit here, most of my time, thinking about how great things were. How much I loved you, how much you said you loved me. We were amazing. I remember this one time, I had just gotten out of the hospital, and it was our friend's birthday. She wanted to go out, but instead you stayed home with me and took care of me. You were there for me 100%, until the day you changed your mind. The day you stopped loving me. The day you stopped caring. I remember everything you've ever said to me. You told me you just weren't wanting a relationship for awhile... After a few days, I saw...
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I remember being in my college dorm, awoken by the sound of my ringing cell phone at 2AM. It had been weeks now: the same phone call from the same person, and the same conversation every night. A dear friend of mine wasn’t just suffering from depression, he was completely consumed by it. During those phone calls, he wasn’t the friend who rode shotgun with me in the summer and laughed at my jokes. He was someone I didn’t recognize. That’s what depression does to someone, especially in the late hours of the night when serotonin levels aren’t balanced and their mind is racing with worries. It all seemed to come out at 2AM, and I listened to every word. One of the hardest things about watching a friend suffer was the dark place he took me to as he reached for my hand. He told me...
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(Full disclosure: I use the term ‘ex’ here loosely, referring to any guy a girl has spent any time liking, hooking up with, going on dates with, etc. I know some try to justify their actions by saying things like, “Well, technically they didn’t officially date.” Doesn’t matter. You don’t need to have an exclusive, labeled-relationship to have feelings. ) Dear Girl Dating Her Friend’s Ex, I know that, like every woman, sometimes you worry you’re going to be single the rest of your life. We all have those feelings, even when we know it’s irrational. I also know sometimes you just can’t help who you like. However, I am here to tell you that these “feelings” are not an excuse to be a shitty person or friend. You may not be able to help who you like, but you can help how you choose to...
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what I have for you is not love, you said. but your name still echoes in my head, your face never seems to fade, memories of us still linger in me, the thought of your smile still gives me butterflies, and remembering the way you used to look at me makes my heart ache. so if this is not love then tell me why, why the fuck am I like this? I catch myself thinking about you a pretty significant amount throughout the day, and that makes things a hell of a lot worse because I’m almost certain you don’t think of me. during the day it isn’t half as bad as it gets at night though. right now it’s eleven and i’m only on the second paragraph but the tears are already flowing. I never would’ve thought that I’d start my freshman year at SHSU and end up falling in love, especially not with someone...
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I'm sick of running away with my feelings. I'm not hiding it, or maybe I am, but I don't know how to let it out. How to let the person know what I'm feeling about them because I'm not sure if it's true. I don't know how to act on this feelings I don't know if exists. It doesn't matter how it started because you won't believe it anyway, but I'm just clinging on this intuition.. it hasn't failed me, or if it did, well, nobody get harmed. But I do know the whole act was true. I felt it. This whole time, for the past few years, yeah, it was that long, I felt it. I just don't know how to prove it, unless they tell me which I don't think will ever happen. And these regrets will forever be regrets unless one of us will have the courage to finally speak out and let it all out. I will let it...
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