breakups

When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.

Let Go.
The day I met you, I knew I would need you in my life. But I also knew I wasn't ready to let go of my previous scar, the wound was still healing and I knew I had to mend it myself, without any help, especially not your help. So I waited. And I waited in vain. It's been a while and in that while, I learned to heal and I learned to leave you behind. But I have to admit that I was scared of seeing you again because I knew my scar would glow again once my eyes would lay on you. So I tried to be distant, but it was inevitable: I saw you again and you smiled. And that's when I decided that I want to see that smile for the rest of my life. Your smile slowly became the reason of mine; and that's where I went wrong. For the first time, I admit I was wrong. I wanted you to hold my hand but we both weren't ready. So I chose to take it slowly and slow down my pace, I took smaller steps. But I lost. Now, once again, my fear came to life. I don't want to let go, even though I know I have to. I've never praised the Lord, but I swear that every night I look at the Moon and think of you; I look at the Moon and ask to protect me from what I want, what I need. I ask the Moon to protect me from my heart and the love it feels towards you. But I need to be protected from myself first, because I am the one who decided to look your way. I am the one who decided your smile will be my happiness. I am the one who went wrong and I am the one who needs to let go, even if I feel like I can't. And I don't think I will ever be able to. I look at you and all I can think about is how much I want to be next to you, how much I want to kiss you lips. But I never think of letting go. It's because I don't want to.
By Eva Beatrice9 years ago in Humans
One: I Keep Myself
26.06.2017; 02:29 am I went back to our spot at the bridge today. I miss you. I make myself think about other things most of the time and keep myself from thinking about you—us.
By Mingzhu9 years ago in Humans
Always On Her Toes: Chapter 1
Dance, Karli, you’re depending on this show, I thought. I sighed, waiting for the music. I was dancing Lyrical today. The song was Dancing Queen by ABBA. It was seventies week this week, so I went with Lyrical. Lyrical was sometimes really easy and sometimes really hard. I’d contemplated not dancing, but if I was absent without an excuse, I’d be kicked out of my Dance School. If I didn’t dance, my PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) would kick back in. That surely wouldn’t be a good thing. Winding up in the loony bin is NEVER a good thing.
By Bridget Meier9 years ago in Humans
A Personal Definition of Crazy
Now I have to admit; the term 'crazy' can be misconstrued in many different ways. What is it to be considered crazy? We each have our own subjective way of deciding which person seems deserving of this word with little to no actual meaning behind it. Is “crazy” just another societal term that places people into a bubble, or is it an actual problematic trait that can be proven rationally. Honestly, I can’t answer these questions even if I wanted to. All I know is what, exactly, it means to me; nothing. Let me explain.
By Alex B9 years ago in Humans
Super Toxic
You know those stories of crazy relationships you hear about in the news? Well, I lived one. I was with my ex Ray for 6 and a half years before we broke up. We had a rocky relationship it was up and down if I ever saw one. I was the stupid one. I was so love struck and couldn’t get out of that mindset.
By Danyelle Lewinson9 years ago in Humans
This Isn't an Exorcism
These are merely words... No one likes to read about this. No one except voyeurs. I’m not writing for this for anyone’s enjoyment, including my own. I don’t think writing about it will heal me or anyone else. These are incidents that have never been put into words. We all have these incidents in our lives. They happen, but we never think of them in words. We never describe them. We move forward. The actions remain forever replaying in a little compartment in our brains, and we never put it into words. For some of us, putting it into words is too dangerous. It breeds rumination and rumination has a way at eating away the brain without addressing the issue at all. But here I am, taking one step, for me. This is not healing. This is not an exorcism. These are merely words.
By Crisanta 9 years ago in Humans
Should You Tell Your BFF that Her Boyfriend is a Douche?
Should you tell your best friend that her boyfriend is really an assh@le? No one likes him but she doesn't know that. She thinks her boyfriend is great even though he is aggressive, controlling and abusive!
By Susan McCord9 years ago in Humans
That Day
I thought we were forever, thought once our flowers were planted, we would be strong roots in the soil, but all along we were rotting. I knew you were different, your eyes didn’t smile anymore, your heart didn’t race when I put my tiny head to your chest. I was naive, I was a child, still in love with the idea of love, that immature love. When I gave myself to you, my whole world was complete, I felt as if I could tackle the strongest animal, but that strength was masked with false pride, it was a lie.
By Beautifully Jaged9 years ago in Humans
Dear Sybersue: My Boyfriend is Interested One Day & Not the Next!
Dear Sybersue, I am in a relationship with a guy who seems to be only half interested in me! Some days he is so amazing & loving and then other days he is so removed and distant. We have been together for 9 months.
By Susan McCord9 years ago in Humans
Furry and Feathery Children
I am a 20-year-old lesbian woman, in college, and have been in an on-again-off-again relationship with another woman. For as long as I can remember, I've always known, no matter who I was with, I wanted to be a mother. Unfortunately, that meant I became obsessed with the idea, and nearly did the unspeakable, becoming pregnant on purpose, and having a child before I was even 16 years old.
By AJ Lee Young9 years ago in Humans
Hope Says No
Do you know that feeling when you miss someone so much, but the thought of seeing them is too surreal? You want to see them, but you wouldn't know what to do if you actually saw them? Someone so distant, they've become a part of your imagination, and there's no telling what's real and what isn't.
By Maya With9 years ago in Humans
You're Only Fooling Yourself
Someone once said that everybody lies. Maybe that’s true. But I’m a crappy liar. I mean, I’ve lied in the past, but in a torture situation, I’d be the first to take some cyanide, because there would be no point in someone trying to interrogate me. I find it ridiculously difficult to do.
By Caroline Egan9 years ago in Humans