breakups

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

Letting things go
She set her eyes on the screen holding tightly to her phone anticipating an answer. Waiting anxiously for some notification that would help her ease the pain in her heart. Her heart was already pounding deep, as she pushed her phone back into the pockets of her shorts. Every step she took while running was exhausting as every person she passed by, every building she ran into was like a hidden shadow that was to be unseen and never existed.
By Kiki4 years ago in Humans
Life After My Breakup
During my relationship On the Alaskan airplane sitting comfortably, I await my destinations to Monterey California. A girl that I had a long distance relationship was waiting for me and I couldn’t wait to embark on this new profound relationship performed over a year and a half.On the Alaskan airplane sitting comfortably, I await my destinations to Monterey California. A girl that I had a long distance relationship was waiting for me and I couldn’t wait to embark on this new profound relationship performed over a year and a half.
By Kyle Smith4 years ago in Humans
Flying in a Field of Healing
She opened the box and sifted through the contents. Her fingers ran along the length of the necklace. Her mind ran through the memories. He had given this to her on their 5th anniversary. He found it on the side of the road, but it had her initials and it matched her eyes. It wasn’t about the money back then. It was kismet.
By Angie4 years ago in Humans
It's Not the Fall
1 “Have you ever been to the “spook light”? she asked.
By Adam Diehl5 years ago in Humans
Don't you ever say
Why would he ever? “Where are you now?” Megan asked. Dorothea looked up and down the busy city street. She was somewhere between a depressing looking café and a depressing looking pharmacy. Dorothea was nervous. She didn’t want to be here, and now she was late and lost. In her desperation, she had called the psychiatrist’s office, but the receptionist had gone home early. The psychiatrist picked up. Every little mistake Dorothea made felt like another cross against her name.
By J.M. Moon5 years ago in Humans
Choose to Forget
“Mija, did you order anything? There’s a package here for you.” “No, de quién es? Who’s it from?” “I don’t know, there’s only the initials ‘CF’ for a return address.”
By Ariana GonBon5 years ago in Humans
Let Him Eat Cake
My wine glass tipped over on the bath mat as I shifted further into the tub. It was of no matter, the glass had been emptied long ago, a forgotten middle man in my quest toward oblivion. I swam in tulle, lace, and sorrowful anger rather than water. A lavender soak would probably be good for me right now, but I did not want to be calm yet. My cheeks were streaked with remnants of tears and part of me hoped my childhood fear of being sucked down the drain would come true. The mopey, clichéd beginning of a rom-com…or more likely my villainous origin story, the beginnings of unfettered horror brought upon any cheating husband I were to come across. Mine would be first, of course.
By Samantha Rusk 5 years ago in Humans
Beware of Taicho
It was a year after my legal separation. I had dated a few people but none that were ever going to stick. I met him on a dating app. There was just something about him. He was definitely cute and had this undeniable charm about him. I couldn't resist.
By Nailah Robinson5 years ago in Humans
Special Delivery
I am inclined to tell you “I love you.” I want to wrap those words around my broken promises and send them in an unmarked package wrapped in brown paper.
By Vondell J. Burns5 years ago in Humans
ANAMCHARA
Katelyn was blessed with a mane of flaming red hair which was also a bit of a curse for it aptly warned suitable suitors of her fiery temper. “That temper of yours may cost you your soulmate,” warned Seamus more than once. The prescience of his statement can be debated, but for Katelyn it seems too true. Katelyn Doneghan, a sturdy woman, was born of hardy Irish stock. Her father, Seamus raised her to know the ways of the world, its harshness, its cruelty; but he also instilled in her an understanding that love abounds in all creatures great and small.
By David Zinke aka ZINK5 years ago in Humans
Puppy Love Lane
"The toughest part of letting go is realizing that the other person already did." At least that's what a meme from Google says. At 20, I think the most challenging part is realizing that you've wasted your time and energy with no payoff. Today Metro campus was closed due to the snowstorm, and there's nothing to do at home but think. Bored, alone with my thoughts and staring in a daze at the fresh snow on my walkway. Earlier today, I went through an old high school memory box and discovered a perfume bottle. I can't help repeatedly smelling this perfume. This is where the thoughts of my exes popped into my head. The fruity-floral of cherry blossom and peaches brings nostalgia to the front of the line. Where did it start? Where was my life headed? What was I going to do after graduation? Opening this perfume bottle and smelling strong memories feels different on a day like this. While sitting on the beige window seal, I am overwhelmed by the flood of memories that make my head spin. I start to lean my head back against the wall, close my eyes and take a deep breath. There's nothing left to do on a snow day other than to walk down memory lane.
By Asea B Moore5 years ago in Humans
Artistic Solace
The modern concept of, "me time" hasn't been something I've been able to fully perfect, let alone practice much of. Spending time working on hobbies, honing in on crafts, or even creating for creation's sake has always been something that I do for others. Ask me how many self-portraits I have, and I'll tell you I created one during a state of depression after feeling very alone and abandoned. Not being able to create for anyone else, I made something of my own, for my own. It never felt natural, and it didn't fulfill me.
By Joannis Rodon5 years ago in Humans