breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
To the First Boy That Broke Me
To the First Boy That Broke Me I thought you liked me back, but I was wrong, there was another girl you liked more than me, thought of more, desired more, wanted more than me. I thought we were on the same page and you knew we weren't, you didn't bother to tell me you wanted something else, something that I didn't know you wanted. The times I was in your bed, were you thinking of me or where you thinking of her? It wasn't cheating because we weren't technically dating, but the moment I found out that you had a girlfriend, only two weeks after you broke things off with me, I felt cheated. I had a feeling you were talking to other girls when you were seeing me, but I didn't know you were going to chose one over me. Why her? Why not me? Or another girl? What does she have that I don't?
By Penelope Van de Burg8 years ago in Humans
Amnesia
Heartbreak can destroy you. It’s not the part where the relationship ends that makes it the hardest. It’s not how it took place, or where you were, or the last words that hung in the air like thick, black chimney smoke circling around you. It’s when you are sitting in bed at 3 AM with this empty, sulking feeling in your chest as you think back to the moments that lead up to the end. It’s remembering how it felt to hold their hand and be in their arms at night. It’s remembering how it felt to see their eyes look at you with pure adoration and love. It’s remembering how it felt to feel their lips against yours, as sweet as velvet, and the fluttering feeling that radiates from your body. It’s feeling complete for a single moment in this incomplete universe.
By Maddie Cale8 years ago in Humans
Why Me? I Still Care
A silent whisper I can remember very well, but the voice didn't relate to my fiancé. I woke up immediately after the random stranger trying to finish his "I love you beau-". I sat up in Fowler's position and directly focused my vision toward the stranger in my bed.
By Bran C. Palmer8 years ago in Humans
Why Do I Settle?
Often times I find myself in the rawest moments of a breakup, or the end to an almost relationship. The moment where you are alone, left to realize that there will be no more late night calls, or constant text messages, no more partner in crime or a reliable movie date. In these moments I am alone, I really allow myself to feel. Not the muffled feeling where you keep quiet and have to plaster on the brave face so your roommates don't worry again. No, this is the feeling of complete despair, crying as I wish, throwing what I please, screaming what I desire.
By Liz Galante8 years ago in Humans
Dear Mom, My Heart Hurts
I was 15 years old when I felt my first true heartbreak. I may have been too young to understand what love really is but the heartbreak was too easy to slide into my wheel of emotions. I met him in science class. He was the smartest one there, under me of course. Not only was he intelligent but he had the humor of a class clown and the looks of a teenage heartthrob. I don't know what he saw in me but I believe now that the only reason he was interested was simply because I never threw myself at his feet like the other girls did. After a while, we became close friends. I never mentioned my feelings for him but during summer break he brought it out of me and asked me to be his girlfriend through text message. Once classes started up again we were able to see each other every day and I started to notice the pattern of his distance. I still remember the pain of the first warning sign that he wrote on his hand to plant on my poor confused face.
By Ohnny Sparks8 years ago in Humans
