Broken Hearts

Hi, It has been 52 days since we last spoke. Well, since I yelled at you. These past couple of months have been quite hard for me. I have had to learn to live without the one thing that was keeping me in this world. I imagine you have been going through something similar. You know, I often wonder if you still think about me. Or if you even remember what my voice sounds like. Because I hear yours everyday. From the moment I wake up to the moment I pass out each night. Your voice is a constant reminder of you, and that brings me pain. I hope you are doing well, or at least better than I am doing. I know we didn't part on good terms. Once I found out what you did behind my back, I lost it. I am sorry. I yelled, said some hurtful things, and didn't give you a chance to explain yourself...
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Hello, it's the last person you'd like to hear from, but it's time to let this all get out of my head and aching heart. We spent years of friendship wanting one another when the other had no interest. You had spent 3 years interested in a relationship with me when I had no interest but we held a very good friendship. The night you conquered up the nerve to just kiss me when we were talking in your car literally took my breathe away and from that moment on I knew I'd care about more then a friend forever but that most have been when you realized you didn't want me like that anymore. So instead you spent the next 5 years toying with my head, every time I had come close to being completely moved on you'd pop right back into my life dragging me along just long enough to make sure I'd...
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You don’t deserve me. Because you hadn’t fought for me like how I would have for you. Not hard enough, at least. Because you never really stood up for us in the face of your menacing parents when they found out about our relationship. When your mother chased me out of the house, you didn’t mutter a word. You didn’t even try to stop her. You didn’t stand up for me like I expected you to. It was all too disappointing. There I was, like a roach swept out of the house, in the silence of the other roach who claimed to love me more than himself. There, you allowed their intolerance towards the idea of a same-sex couple tear us apart. You allowed their ignorance toward one modern-day version of love shoot me down. In my head I was screaming like Cristina Yang in Grey’s anatomy. Be...
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I've lost count of how many times I've written these words only to delete them all in a fit of 'it's not fair', 'he's a ****', or 'I can't be that selfish'. I do know it is almost as many times as I have sat with my fingers poised above the keys, staring at a blank screen because it hurts too much to put it into words - to make it real. These numbers combined just about add up to how many times I've gone over and over... and over in my head all the things I could have done differently, all the things I wish I'd said, all the things I wish I hadn't, and all the ways I could have been better... I could have been enough. I tell myself you obviously you weren't right for me. I tell myself someday I'll be enough for someone and that I should move on. I tell myself off for being so...
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Hey You, I’m not sure if you’ll ever see this or know that it’s me who wrote to you. I don’t know if this will make you angry or sad or hurt. I’m really not sure of a lot of things in my life at this point in time. I want to blame you for that. You screwed up my plan. Our plan. We had a plan. I want to hate you for messing it up. I want to hate you for ruining my life. I want to hate you because you won’t let me get over you. But I can’t. Because you aren’t at fault for any of those things. It’s been months and I still can’t think about you without getting severely emotional. I miss our ways. The way you looked at me, the way you’d reach for my hand while we were driving, the way you laughed whenever I played with that one penguin at the Aviary. I hate to admit it, but I miss you...
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Hello Lissy, I don't know you just as you don't know me. You may think that you do, but trust me, you don't. Whatever you think you know about me probably isn't true, so I will introduce myself first. I am 19, and I started dating Andrew in March, just about 6 months ago. From what I understand, you didn't know anything about that, so it's okay, I don't hold you against much. We both fell for a lying bastard, as far as I'm concerned. I saw your profile on Facebook when I was sitting in my college computer laboratory, taking a break from studying. You can probably imagine the sea of emotions I felt when I saw your profile picture--to me, it was my ex boyfriend, whom I broke up with a week ago, with a girl that I don't recognize. They look surprisingly like the ones that we used to...
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Hey, so I know it's tough. Whatever it is your going through. But I'm seeing this alot. I'm seeing my friends sad and depressed. I know maybe your home life isn't great or maybe your relationship is terrible. But you have the power to change it. If you don't like your life then change it. If you don't like your friends then change it. Change the situation. Take your anger out in a hobby not your arm or your legs. Change your situation. Is it school? You HAVE the power to change it. Don't just sit around and wait for change to come because it won't. Take action. Tell the universe your angry and something needs to change. Don't keep in the pain. Don't sleep all day. How can you expect the world to change of you don't meet it half way. If your reading this I love you. I love you...
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First off, I want to start by saying I'm sorry. It wasn't me, and it wasn't you. It was my heart. The mind of my heart is not easily impressed. My heart is sometimes hungrier than my mouth. But for some reason it would rather starve than be fed, unless it tastes the right definition it craves to study. Sure, I may have let you explore parts of me that are truly locked away for someone holding my most pivotal keys. Your key did not fit, the door did not open for you. Sure, you made me laugh, I made you laugh. But there was still someone else in the echoes of the silence we shared. Sure, we shared a bed on cold nights. You held me close enough for warmth, but there was still a cold draft between us. Sure, you cared for me, showed me enough attention. But your dose of affection was only a...
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If I ever had any doubt about whether I truly loved you or not, you breaking up with me solved it. I expected to be upset then I expected to be okay, what I didn't expect was the crippling sadness that gripped me everyday. I didn't expect the restless nights, I didn't expect the uncontrollable tears. I didn't expect the nausea that accompanied every thought of you, or the constant anxiety. I thought, at the beginning, that I could be friends with you. I missed and cared about you too much to be able to cut you out of my life. But talking to you everyday and knowing that whatever there was between us didn't exist anymore was... I can't even explain it. It was more than I could bear. Your talking about converting the break-up into a "break" and telling me you still loved me gave me...
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Dear Sir Williams, Yes, I’m referring to you. You, the man who did the unimaginable - you conquered me. Your intellect and wit quite literally charmed the pants off of me. This is no small feat, as evidenced by the year of “Mormon courtship” it took to finally win me over. You patiently pursued me, with and unbounded chemistry, remarked upon chivalry, continual reassurance, and unrelenting love. All the while, you mischievously lead a double life. I had seen the Lifetime movies, heard of such things occurring. I often thought to myself, “What a dumb bitch” or “How in denial could you be?” It turns out my preconceived notions about mistresses failed to take into account the sociopathic tendencies of narcissistic men like you. I am smart, very smart in fact. It is one of the...
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