Most of us have been in a relationship that has turned sour and my guess is we’ve all felt the hurt that comes with that.

We feel miserable, depressed, and lonely. How do you move on from the heartache? It’s not easy, but it is do-able.

A good friend told me:

“It is not the end of the world. You are still going to wake up tomorrow and eat your bagel just like the day before and the day before that. Life is not over. You are still you and no one can take that away from you.”

She was right. 


Sleepless Nights

I have been doing a lot of thinking in the recent weeks. The kind of thinking that takes place when the night is at its darkest and those thoughts seem so loud in the silence, so loud that they chase sleep away.

There is the never-ending stream of memories I would rather forget. I think about how my heart has been stretched, squeezed and popped so many times that it’s a wonder it is still beating.

I think about how everything around me is changing and sometimes all those changes are too much for the heart to handle. Sometimes it’s too easy to get lost in these thoughts.

Eventually I do fight these thoughts away, forcing myself to think of something else. But not before they’ve done their damage. 

Protected Heart

In the past I’ve protected myself against falling in love by holding a part of myself in reserve. I want the other person to go first. Once upon a time I wasn’t afraid to go first, to be the person who liked the other person more. There was a time when I was able to be brave. And then I got damaged and I wouldn’t go first anymore. So I stayed aloof, kept a part of me separate and always watched the other person for signs that would let me cut and run away. It has protected me from getting hurt again. But I think it protected me from finding real love too.

You Want

You want to be the last person he thinks about before he falls asleep. You want to be his first thought when he wakes up. You want to be the one he texts or calls when he’s bored. You want to take cute pictures with him, put them on Facebook or Myspace and show how happy and cute you are together. You want to make your ex think: “What the f*ck did I do?” You want him to hold you tight, never let go… and never hurt you like the one before him did.

Love Disaster

If you never met me, I wouldn’t be going through this. But since you met me, I’ve changed for the better.

So is knowing you a disaster or a blessing? I guess it has done the bad and the good, because when I met you, I fell in love. You led me to the highest of heavens then you led me to the depths of hell. You brought me love and happiness then you brought me sadness and despair.

You showed me care with love and you showed me ignorance with annoyance. You said ” Please give me a chance “ and then you said ” Just give it up”.

What do you expect? For me to endure all this? All this hurt, pain and cruelty? All this Disaster? No. I won’t even glance at you with my eyes. I will only walk away with a cold heart.

Because you taught me how to ‘ IGNORE YOU ‘
Because you taught me how to ‘ GIVE UP ON YOU ‘
Because you taught me how to ‘ TREAT YOU A LIKE STRANGER ‘
Because you taught me how to ‘ BE ANNOYED BY YOU ‘ 

– Source Unknown

Love Cuts

“You should tell them the truth. Tell them that if they hold on too tightly, love might cut them. Tell them to hold on tightly anyway. Tell them everything is worth it and that the richness of life is only ever enhanced by its inevitable, brief flashes of sadness and loss.”

– Iain

Love Is a Lie

I don’t believe in love anymore. I once was love’s biggest fan. I loved love. I believed in love at first sight, true love, soul mates and all that mushy-gushy stuff the best songs and books are written about. It’s what every little girl dreams about. One day my prince will come … blah blah blah. I used to believe in love. I was in love – I’m talking head over heals, stars in your eyes in L-O-V-E. I loved you with all my heart even though I knew you weren’t the perfect one for me. Then we broke up and the emails came saying it had all been a lie. A lie? Almost three years was a lie? What should I be more upset about my broken dreams and broken heart or the fact that I fell for it? Only fools fall in love and love played me like a fiddle. So I don’t believe in love anymore. Because if you don’t believe in love there is nothing to cry about and I don’t have any more tears to cry.

– Source Unknown