breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
How I Got Over My First Real Friendship
She was it all. She was my long lost sister, mother, and best friend all in one body. We knew everything about each other, we spent everyday with each other, and we never let our attitudes get in the way of it. We were the typical best friends anyone could think of. We had matching tattoos together. We even picked each other up to go to Walmart together and then go home.
By Hannah White8 years ago in Humans
My Apology for Blaming It All on You
I struggle almost every time I message you with trying not say anything that crosses any lines and ending up making you feel uncomfortable or anxious. I also worry about sharing my feelings because I fear it leaves me vulnerable again. So most of the time I just keep my feelings and thoughts to myself. But tonight, I just felt like I needed you to know some things.
By Ginny Taylor8 years ago in Humans
The Mirror (Part 5)
Where am I? What’s going on? Why is that light so bright? What happened? I don’t remember anything… What else is new. I must have blacked out again, didn’t I? What’s his name must have gotten worried. I think I’m at the hospital again, aren’t I? Or did I…
By Kayleigh Lynne8 years ago in Humans
Thank You for Breaking Me
The night you left: Your text message read: I don’t think I love you anymore. As a matter of fact, I never truly loved you. I have never been ready for a relationship, but the fear of you hurting yourself I stayed. I do not know why I came back to you. It was a mistake. All of this is a mistake. You’ll understand later why I am doing this.
By Ocean Views8 years ago in Humans
The Mirror (Part 4)
I lie on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, counting the tiles while he flails around on top of me. I guess I was attractive enough for him. I told him a few minutes ago that he was hurting me but it didn’t really matter to him. He took it as a compliment. He said, “Really?” smiled, and then started going harder. I didn’t know what to do so I didn’t say anything else. He looked over at me, told me that I was beautiful, and pushed my hair away from my face.
By Kayleigh Lynne8 years ago in Humans
The Mirror (Pt 3)
I look all around the room. The mirror is shattered. No matter what I do, it's shattered and I won't be able to put it back together. I won't be able to get the mirror back together. How do I get it back together? I try to call him again, it rang all the way through this time. He didn't even hit ignore. I scream out and throw my phone across the room, sitting on the bed and starting to cry, pulling the sweet red wine up to my lips and sipping it slowly.
By Kayleigh Lynne8 years ago in Humans
I Used to Love Rainy Days
I used to love rainy days. Even before I met you, I loved sitting on my porch just listening to the sound of it coming down, watching as it shook the leaves on my favorite trees and soaked everything. I’d listen to the music we both loved without thinking of you and how your fingers moved. Now there’s nothing that doesn’t remind me of you. My heart feels like a solid rock in my chest that sinks down each time I try to smile. I love you so much. So much more than you will ever understand. So much so that I’m willing to pretend I don’t miss you, so much it kills me just to look you in the eye. I love you so much that I pretend I can be your friend because I’m too afraid of what my life will look like without you in it. I pretend that I’m not sad when you walk beside me without holding my hand. I pretend I’m not hurting when you walk away without hugging me goodbye. I pretend every part of me isn’t burning with the need to have you hold me. I gave you my whole heart. I gave it to you, even though I was scared, even though it was hard, even though I wasn’t sure, I gave you my heart. Because you asked me to, because you told me I could trust you, because I believed you. You said the right things, you did everything you could to hold every part of me, and then you had me. I was yours. Then I did everything. I held you, I cared for you, I was there even when you made it difficult. I loved you fiercely and with everything I had. I let you into every depth of myself that you asked me to. I gave everything I had to loving you every single day. Was I not what you thought I would be? When did you realize I wasn’t pretty enough or smart enough or funny enough or interesting enough? What was it? My laugh? The way I sneezed? Which of my flaws became too hard for you to love? I thought we were real. I thought you loved me with the same ferocity. I thought I meant more to you than this. But you hurt me anyway. You broke me. You took my love and threw it in my face. You changed and you left me alone to break into a million pieces. So I sit here and pick up the shards of who I was and focus on getting through my life day by day. It hurts still. You told me it felt like our relationship had run its course. So tell me why it still breaks me to know you don’t want me there for you anymore. There was a time that you said it broke you to think about a day where I wasn’t always there for you. When did that change? When did your heart stop belonging to me? When did you decide you didn’t want mine anymore? When did looking at me stop bringing a smile to your face? I gave you my best. I loved you wholly and completely then and I love you wholly and completely now. But you don’t know it. And it doesn’t matter.
By Faith Hawkins8 years ago in Humans
Three Years
The memories of us feel like poison in my veins, but the pain I feel at the thought of you does not matter because I still love you. You may be gone now and on to someone new, but the nostalgia of the smell of your hair and the touch of your fingertips still sends a chill from the back of my neck to the tip of my spine. Sometimes, I swear, I smell your cologne on my sheets or feel your hands on my skin. Thoughts of you plague my mind 24 hours a day—when I sleep, I dream of you and when I wake, I think of you.
By N. Ferrier8 years ago in Humans
