I should have learned my lesson from Greek myths, really. It so doesn't pay to fall in love with a god. It’s either you get transformed – flower, bull, you name it, the gods can be that petty – or you just get…crushed.
Marian TeeTags: love hurt broken-hearted
Why does everyone think a guy who prefers love to people is missing something in his life?
Slash ColemanTags: life inspirational art friend friendship friends past future happiness love passion writing history identity adventure hate loss stories faith lack-of-love marriage relationships moving-on creativity living risk trust believe hurt chance self-help ideas memoir discovery remember chaos writer jewish love-at-first-sight good-morning lovers couples breaking-up youth-age judaism writers-on-writing broken-heart writing-life truths single broken-hearted writing-process writing-books being lovers-quarrels break-up breakups heart-ache writing-style online-dating love-hurts lovers-love-story broken-hearted-quotes lovers-sadness writers-quotes writers-world heart-break writers-life
Love is the bee that carries the pollen from one heart to another.
Slash ColemanTags: life inspirational art friend friendship friends past future happiness love passion writing identity loss stories faith lack-of-love marriage relationships moving-on creativity living risk trust believe hurt chance self-help memoir discovery remember chaos writer love-at-first-sight lovers couples breaking-up writers-on-writing broken-heart writing-life truths single broken-hearted being lovers-quarrels break-up breakups heart-ache online-dating love-hurts adventurer lovers-love-story broken-hearted-quotes lovers-sadness writers-quotes heart-break writers-life
I am part of everyone I ever dated on OK Cupid.
Slash ColemanTags: life inspirational art friend friendship friends past future happiness love passion writing identity adventure loss stories faith lack-of-love marriage relationships moving-on creativity living risk trust believe hurt chance self-help memoir discovery remember chaos writer love-at-first-sight lovers couples breaking-up writers-on-writing broken-heart writing-life truths single broken-hearted being lovers-quarrels break-up breakups heart-ache online-dating love-hurts lovers-love-story broken-hearted-quotes lovers-sadness writers-quotes heart-break writers-life
No" she jerked back, stared up at him.
Her eyes were like thunderclouds. He'd never seen them like that. Shock and fear filled them. Her face was paper white. Her body shuddering.
"Don't you leave me!" She gripped his shirt and tried to shake him, tears falling from her eyes. "Don't you leave Noah."
His head lowered. He touched her lips with his and knew this woman held the best part of him. The memories of the husband he had been, the man he had been. He couldn't destroy that. He refuse to.
He pushed her to Jordan slowly, loath to let her go. To release her. Knowing that releasing her was the only way to save the memories she held.
"Don't you leave me!" She screamed the order, eyes blazing, her lips trembling as tears fell and hysteria threatened to overwhelm her. "If you leave me, Noah Blake, if you don't come back when this is over, don't bother coming back at all.
He touched her cheek. Ran his thumb over her lips. "You are the best part of me," he whispered. "Always remember that, Sabella. The very best part of me."
Before she could grab him, hold him to her, he pulled away, grabbed one of the rifles Mike had set on the table across the room. And left.”
― Lora Leigh, Wild Card
Tags: leaving broken-hearted anguish nathan-malone noah-blake sabella impossible-love
Life wasn't all fucking sunshine and rainbows. Real life was hard.
Kendall RyanTags: truth love romance life-lessons facts broken-hearted life-quotes
6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days,
and I still don’t know which month it was then
or what day it is now.
Blurred out lines
from hangovers
to coffee
another vagabond
lost to love.
Tags: love alone heartbreak coffee hangover london city broken-hearted left berlin the-glass-child vagambond
6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days,
and I still don’t know which month it was then
or what day it is now.
Blurred out lines
from hangovers
to coffee
Another vagabond
lost to love.
4am alone and on my way.
These are my finest moments.
I scrub my skin
to rid me from
you
and I still don’t know why I cried.
It was just something in the way you took my heart and rearranged my insides and I couldn’t recognise the emptiness you left me with when you were done. Maybe you thought my insides would fit better this way, look better this way, to you and us and all the rest.
But then you must have changed your mind
or made a wrong
because why did you
leave?
6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days,
and I still don’t know which month it was then
or what day it is now.
I replace cafés with crowded bars and empty roads with broken bottles
and this town is healing me slowly but still not slow or fast enough because there’s no right way to do this.
There is no right way to do this.
There is no right way to do this.
Tags: growing-up alone coffee breakup city broken-hearted break-up berlin hang-over
So you will meet many ’someones’ who will give a new definition to your name.
And you can not build walls, must not close the door and please don’t hide,
because if you ask me about hurt
and love
I will say love. Love because the hurt will come and go no matter what, but only love makes it worth while. Only love can cure it.
Don’t be scared. Go. Love.
Tags: love youth free hurt prose prose-poetry broken-hearted move-on let-go heart-break charlotte-eriksson the-glass-child
I am not a broken heart.
I am not collarbones or drunken letters never sent. I am not the way I leave or left or didn’t know how to handle anything,
at any time,
and I am not your fault.
Tags: growing-up love youth letters heartbreak drunk letting-go weight-loss broken-hearted move-on left fault the-glass-child collarbones
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