breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
The Things You'll Never Hear Me Say
The tears are finally falling... I didn't think I had it in me. I felt like I had felt all the hurt and let it go. But no, because the last time we talked you told me to not blame myself, to be strong, and keep pushing. How could I not blame myself?! I ignored my gut feelings because I saw something in you, if you were to ask me to explain I wouldn't be able to. As friends, we could have had a really solid bond. But you couldn't help yourself, could you? You just had to have more, and at what price? For you? Nothing. Me? Absolutely everything.
By Rey Dimayuga7 years ago in Humans
Eighteen Years of Wasted Time
Eighteen years of wasted time… I first met him. He was charming, fun, attractive. I was into him; he was into me. I found someone to hang out with, I was twenty-two, he was twenty-one. I was happy having fun with him. I thought he was happy having fun with me.
By Jill Carson7 years ago in Humans
Not All Bruises Are Visible on the Skin
My sister is floating round high as a kite. Happy pills do not take away the problem, and if you were to take away the pills we'd still be in the same boat. It concerns me that people are perceiving her induced positivity as a cure, end of problem, that's all, folks. She was given her prescription last week, on the back of her boyfriend breaking up with her. But it's more than that, we've learned. It wasn't until after the break up that she began to open up about what really went on. She'd sit and tell me about the sexual things he's make her do and then wonder why I sat there horrified.
By Louisa Jane7 years ago in Humans
Call Me If You're Sad
I just want to know, if you weren't waiting for me to say it first, when would you have said you love me? Would it have been before or after I did? Did I say it too soon? Is that what made this end? Or was it the fact that I walked outside a few time that night? Maybe it was how I kept pushing you to come closer to me when you clearly wanted your space. I know what you're going to say… it isn't anything you did, I'm just… not ready. Well the thing is, clearly it is me, because ready or not here I am. Willing put in the work, but I guess that's because I am working toward something that is so far beyond what I deserve and you… well you'd be back tracking to something unbefitting. I am, in fact, inferior to you in most things. You are more desirable, exceptional in all you do, exceeding every expectation I ever had for you. I am an unsightly basket case. So fickle I unravel at the smallest inconvenience. While it may be unhealthy to view myself in this light, it is the only switch I can find, and its deep purple hue of sadness is an unbecoming tone on my tear soaked face. So I'll turn off the light, I'll wallow here in my dysphoria no longer thinking about my own shortcomings, but about how I miss the sheer sound of your voice. The sweet sweet harmony when you sang and the way it felt to lay my head on your chest. The way your hand felt in mine as we drove to our next adventure, or how you couldn't help but smile when you looked into my eyes. A smile so infectiously attractive that it brought out mine even when I wasn't sure I was capable. I'll think about all this and wonder, how did I go from encountering sunshine even when it rains through the gentleness of your kiss on my cheek to feeling all the pain of losing someone who once asked me if it was crazy to think that we could be each others forever. Weeks have gone by and I've tried to move on, but every time I contemplate such an act I recall that it's you I really want. Sure, I was fine before you, happy even, and now, well… I am fine, just fine. You know, when I called my mother to tell her I had lost the best thing that had happened to me in a long time, she asked if I wanted to hurt myself… since that's what I do. But for once in my life my answer was no. Not because I wasn't upset, but because I was not numb to this pain as I had been to everything else. I didn't need to force myself to feel something anymore. I suppose that's the downside of being healthy, feeling all this pain... all while still wondering if you are doing alright. Still hoping maybe, just maybe I'll get a text message that says you're willing to try. Taking comfort in the thought of you just going through life, as though that month hadn't happened, still smiling, laughing, singing, and obsessing over trivial things like labor and hockey, because all I want is for you to be happy, and if your embodiment of that word lacks my presence, then so be it. I guess what I'm trying to say is call me if you're ever sad because you realize you may be willing to settle for a slightly mad blonde with eyes for only you.
By Hannah Rose7 years ago in Humans
Signs
I was water. He was air. On the surface, we seemed to be good for each other. There’s always calm before the storm. There are always signs, too. See, people have this idea of air. Like the wind is only a cool breeze on a sunny summer day. And people also have this idea of water. Waves gently crashing against the shore at sunrise and sunset. Caressing the sand. But nothing good comes from water and air. The calm can be deceptive. His calm was very deceiving. I was water, and he was air. At first, he felt good. Gentle. His smile was like a cool breeze on a sunny summer day. And at first, I was calm. Just like the waves gently crashing against the shore at sunset. But when he raged, so did I. He would stir me until a hurricane formed in my ocean and came ashore to destroy everything in its path. Not even the eye was calm. Sometimes it was worse. Sometimes I would hold the pain in until it erupted in seismic waves that made my waters retreat in what seemed like defeat only to rush in and cause destruction. I came with a warning, but it was too late. I only wished we had paid attention to the signs.
By Sylveonna Latrese7 years ago in Humans
No Love Lost No Love Found
It’s been two years. Two years ago I was in love with you. Two years ago we were inseparable. Two years ago you were my best. Two years ago I could not imagine myself without you. But things all began to change. You started to distance yourself. You started to keep things from me. You chose your video games over me. You would choose to hang out with your friends instead of me. You started to complain about every little thing I did. Nothing I did was good enough for you. It was as if you had become tired of me. Tired of us. We spent three years together as a couple. But five years together as best friends. We became an old married couple bickering at each other over the littlest things. You couldn’t stand me anymore. And to be the utmost honest... I couldn’t stand you either. I never saw it coming. I couldn’t imagine myself without you in my life. And by the time we had finally called it quits, I wasn’t sad. I gave you three days with no contact. And you hardly noticed I wasn’t around. Now it’s been two years and we are merely strangers to one another. Someone I used to call my best friend has become the biggest stranger. I don’t talk to you anymore. And I don’t think about you much. I don’t regret what we had. Because I am now stronger than I have ever been. The past two years have changed me into a better person. I’ve moved on and you have too. You are merely a glimpse in my past.
By Jamie Shields7 years ago in Humans
