breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
The One I Lost
This one's about the love I lost. We all have dated that one person that we instantly think is our person and we fall head over heels for them. Well I found mine then lost it. I met this guy when I least expected it, I also never thought it would happen. Now that I realise it, it was that summer romance. One night my friend said to me, "Hey you do you want to come with me, I'm going to pick up my friend?" I thought why not because, well, I had nothing better to do. We drove for about 40 minutes, we stopped to get food for him because it was his birthday coming up. When we got there, my friend parked the car and we waited; it was night time and incredibly dark. I sat in the passenger seat my friend sat in the driver seat. She started texting him back and forth saying we were there. He was hanging out with his friends smoking a cigarette.
By Alyssa Smith8 years ago in Humans
Learn How to Love Losing
Back in June, I started talking with this girl over Instagram. I messaged her after she requested to follow me, and it took her two weeks to finally reply. When she did, I didn’t even know who she was, and I even forgot that I messaged her because my mind was in high school and graduation. When she did though, we kept talking, and her response times would shorten down from a day, to a couple of hours, to an hour, to a couple of minutes, and finally an instant reply. We talked over Instagram direct messages for a good month.
By Jorge Valenzuela8 years ago in Humans
The Last Letter...
To the guy I tackled, You may never get to read this, but I hope one day you do. I just wanted to tell you that you've been everything to me. My king, my love, my home, my best friend. And you've given me so many adventures in the last three years. We've been through hell and back, and you taught me so much.
By Johnae Rose8 years ago in Humans
Lost
Never Again I was so happy. It felt like life was finally perfect. We went through so many rough patches, but I finally figured out what had been going wrong, and I fixed it. Then, I found out that it was too late. He had given up on me. I had pushed him away one too many times and now he was not coming back. Some say I am too young to know what love is, but with the amount of emotional pain I have been going through since March fourth, I would say I know it pretty well.
By Brittany Fromlath8 years ago in Humans
Painfully Beautiful Romance
The feeling of drowning, suffocating, the weight on your chest like 100 bricks were just being piled on top of you. Do you feel it? Your body begging for more air, knowing you can, but for some reason, you can't. Can you feel the tears running down your cheeks? Can you breathe? Are you okay? You can feel the pain, can't you? Are you the only person in the room who is feeling this pain? Is everyone else smiling? Answer a question for me. Are you the only one feeling this pain?Breathe. Breathe. Don't stop breathing. Don't breathe too fast. Calm down. It's okay. Breathe. . . Are you okay?
By Caroline Urbina8 years ago in Humans
A Blazing Row
A warm summer's evening of July 1996. The stereo in the background is playing "Some Might Say" by Oasis. I'm gazing through the mirror, wondering what on earth I should wear. Full of excitement at the prospect of an evening out with my partner. Only just eighteen years old, and a doting mum of a beautiful baby girl. Unaware as I change into a black, baby doll dress, a red mist begins to emerge around the bedroom. I carefully apply my makeup, admiring my flawless, smooth complexion. My eyes catch the girl's reflection through the looking glass. Our eyes instantly lock. She is staring right back at me. Her face is enraged. Her eyes are a combustion of flames. I slowly turn away from the mirror and light up a cigarette. The red mist calmly begins to wrap itself around me.
By Joanna Eloise Writer H8 years ago in Humans
Understanding Slowly
The worst part is there's no one else to blame. The worst part is not crying yourself to sleep or holding so tightly onto a crumbling bridge of a love long lost that your very soul is shattering from the impact. You cannot brace fully for the inevitable fall, but you are forced to watch as it crumbles bit by bit and still, when it hits the water, you will cry and sob. You will feel a bottomless pit of hurt so deep within your chest that there seems to be nothing to fill it ever again. Maybe you'll still be on the phone as they tell you that it isn't your fault but theirs, or perhaps it is all your fault and none of theirs.
By Sebastian Doe8 years ago in Humans











