breakups

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

Should I Be Dating My Ex?
Before you judge me and answer that question with a violent "NO," please know that I AM WEAK. With that being said, here's the juicy story...
By Being Woman7 years ago in Humans
How to Get over Your Ex
Now I understand fully the terms “forgive and forget” or “give 'em a chance” or “it happens, it’s life.” Blah blah blah, yes, we get it, but if it continues multiple times, especially if they have a history of being unfaithful, then he/she got to go.
By Debby Hanson7 years ago in Humans
What About Falling out of Love?
This very idea has been pondering around my mind for some time now. It is a complex topic to write about and candidly, it will take me more time to draw up a complete conclusion of my own but here is where I will take a break and share my thoughts.
By Mariya7 years ago in Humans
The Best Goodbye
Evenings became rather intriguing and so did mornings, afternoons, and every other moment spent with him as everyone loved him except for me. I eventually managed to gather enough courage and a few rental properties for him to choose from, but to my surprise, he had no interest in any of them and threw a fit over it. He wanted to be a part of my family. He wanted to live with us in my home where everyone was happy except for me.
By Ciao Perla7 years ago in Humans
The Breakup Bounce Back
Whether you’ve been broken up with or you’re the one doing the breaking, you always go through an adjustment period when you become newly single. Sometimes it’s excitement or relief when letting go of a relationship that’s lost its edge. Sometimes it’s unexpected and you feel lost and broken. Regardless of your situation, finding yourself again is an important step to letting go, healing, moving on, and even preparing for your next relationship.
By Tiffany Downing7 years ago in Humans
Letters for Myself: Part Two
To John Smith: Image Dear Mr. Smith, John Smith, I chuckle at the lack of creativity, as our mutual "friend" (I add the quotation marks only for you) continues her praises.
By Kathryn Parker7 years ago in Humans
Late Night Thoughts
Was I too much of a woman? I swallowed my demons and fell for you anyways, knowing the consequences of love. I was vulnerable, attentive, engulfed in who I thought you were, only to be let down again in the end.
By Nia Wheat7 years ago in Humans
We Were 15
Everybody has a first heartbreak. Most people experience this in high school or their first year of college. Mine was no different than that.
By Michelle Werbeck7 years ago in Humans
The Heartbreak
Where do I begin with all this lovey-dovey stuff. First of all, many people in life have been through so much lately. One thing that’s very common in society is heartbreak. Why doesn’t this stop? Well, nobody knows why this happens to people. Everybody, mostly everyone, doesn't think about their significant other or that you are going to hurt them. You don’t think ... Think before you act. You need to understand that if you love someone, you’ve got to fight for them. Otherwise, that person will leave you and never come back to you, and you’ll be heartbroken. And it will be all your fault, because you never managed to be with that person. Now you have this guilt in your heart that’s never going to leave you until you do something. But it will be too late for you. Because now you’ve lost the person you loved. That person is gone from your life. So let me tell you a story about the kid that I’ve been in love with for years, but I needed to let go of him.
By Liliana Moreno7 years ago in Humans
The Story of Us
It is seven thirty on a Thursday when you wake up next to him. The sun is streaming in through the open window of your fifth floor walk up, casting shadows across the dark features of his perfect face. Your eyes are closed as you trace circles on the soft skin of his back, and you know one thing to be true: you are in love.
By Meredith Philbrook7 years ago in Humans
Moving on and Getting Over
Life, man. I know for sure I’m not the first to say it and I won’t be the last, but it moves quickly. When it comes to relationship, I can tell you one thing for certain: they’re hard! Now, that means ANY type, bottom line is that relating to people is a learned skill. Whether it be a friend, a neighbor, an aunt or uncle, grandparent, classmate, teacher or a significant other, these relationships are work, but they’re worth it.
By kelsey morgan7 years ago in Humans
Missing You
I can try, but will never forget to miss you. Sometimes when I think of you I want to drink the cabinets dry, curse your name until my throat is numb, then smoke my lungs black. Then I remember that after all of that, I still can't have you. These nights I miss you with every broken piece of me, and I often find my heart growing heavy as the stillness sets in. My mind begins to drift and yet the only thing it ever wanders to is you. You and her, your new lover. I think about her skin. Is it softer than mine? Why do I do that? I let these thoughts collide in my head. Slow at first, and then they begin to come faster and faster, one after another. It feels like I'm spinning. Tears begin to cascade down my raw cheeks, stinging in the crisp air of the night. I imagine our car rides without a destination, stealing kisses at every red light. The afternoons spent with our bodies tangled so perfectly in my sheets. Bantering over whose turn it was to pick the movie or restaurant of the night. Although, now it isn't me riding shotgun, not my body under yours, but hers. I can’t help myself but to wonder, do you love her? I mean the kind of love that fills you up, the kind that makes you feel whole. Love that lifts you up and sets your soul free. I mean love that is felt, love that hurts. Do you really love her? I love you. I know this because, after all this pain, I still wish you the best. I love you because although I could not make you happy, I still hope that she can. I know I love you because I will never forget you, and I will see you in every place I go. I will see you in the color red because it was the color of your favorite shirt. I will see you in the crappy blue nail polish that I always manage to paint all over my fingers, because it was your favorite one. And I know I love you because you moved on, and somehow I feel that I will never be whole. Sometimes, do you think of me? All the time, I think about you. So many days spent talking to you, so many nights spent wasting away the hours of the dark, so many minutes spent enjoying your company. Had I known the last day was the last day, that the last night was the last night; maybe I’d have soaked up every moment, never taking a single second for granted. Perhaps I’d have said something to make you stay, done something to make you want me the way I wanted you. And I know that the human body completely replenishes itself on an average of eleven years. New bones, new cells; a whole new body to take on the next eleven-year adventure. How relieved my skin must feel to know that within a matter of time it will no longer yearn for your touch, it will no longer remember how badly it once missed you. I wonder if my next skin will be softer, more to your liking; more like hers. But how sad my mind must feel knowing that my body will one day forget you, my most precious memory. And yet, how safe my heart must feel knowing one day it will heal from all this pain you have inflicted. Eleven years from now, I will be sitting in a body that you have never touched. However, a lifetime from now, my mind will still be shaped by you.
By Shay7 years ago in Humans