breakups

When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.

Square One
The feeling of heartbreak is like a tightening in the chest that won't go away. It's like the feeling of vomit constantly at the back of your throat, it's like sleeping through classes/work/appointments. Heartbreak in my opinion is another word for excruciatingly painful depression. I used to be in love; head over heels in love with who I thought was the most amazing person I had ever met. I never felt sadness or pain, I was finally understood, I finally felt secure. The best analogy I could give is when it's the middle of August in Florida, so hot you can barely move, but you take your first sip of an ice cold glass of lemonade and it's pure bliss. Weird analogy, but this was the most refreshing thing I'd ever felt and I thought, "How could something like this ever go wrong?"
By Sydney Elliott8 years ago in Humans
The Light in My Eyes
Growing up I was fascinated with the sky. Perhaps it was the ever changing glow that emitted from the sun and hit my cheeks, or it could have been the way the stars aligned just right to make something so beautiful. I couldn't have pictured anything more magical than the clouds forming into shapes and the sunshine lightly peeking through... that was until I met you.
By Marykate8 years ago in Humans
Just a Little More than Friends
Dear friend: The day it all started, my heart was beating through my shirt so fast I was scared you could feel it. In fact, I was scared about a lot of things, but my heart was the most obvious one. Your confidence and sweetness made me feel protected, something I hadn’t felt since I was a little girl, before life had taken away my innocence and beautiful view of the world. However, that confidence didn’t last for long, and soon I realized you were nothing like the person I thought you were. Instead you’re just another soul that was lost in the void, yet had an air of coolness. Nice job fooling everyone, but most importantly I would like to congratulate you on fooling me. You see, a long time ago I promised myself I would never let another pair of dreamy eyes fool me, and as I once said to you, “I’m so scared of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything at all.” So, once again, congratulations, you made me break that promise and I don’t mean it because I felt for you, because I didn’t. I could never love you in that way; as much as I hate to admit it, we’re too much alike in the sense that we are both horrible people. Anyways, you fooled me in the sense that I was entirely convinced you were my friend and that you cared about me in a way that went beyond what was under my skirt or should I say jeans?
By Diana B8 years ago in Humans
To The Woman Who Will Love Him Next
I know you don't like the thought of me. His ex. The one he loved before you, but I can assure you that you have nothing to worry about. We were together once, and we loved one another once, but we grew apart. And now he loves you.
By Jenna Edwards8 years ago in Humans
Temporary Infinity
Isaiah, I am sad, and this sucks. Reasons for the suckiness are: I miss you. You were my boyfriend, and now we can barely speak to each other.
By Almárëa Laurësil8 years ago in Humans
I Loved Once
There was once a time when I thought that love just wasn't for me. Dating had always seemed to end in nothing, but disaster. I think at some point or anothe,r we all have one bad date or another. For me, they all seemed to end up in the gutter. Even if the guy ended up nice, there always seemed to be some secret they hid until a few weeks into the relationship. And let me tell you I have dated them all: cheaters, beaters, druggies, drug dealers, and yes even an eater or two. However, with some of the other things life had thrown my way nothing seemed to faze me one bit until this last serious boyfriend.
By Alyssa Horn8 years ago in Humans
Acceptance, Forgiving and Letting Go
Your process of moving on and letting go shouldn't be measured by how long you've been holding on. Despite of how long or short it was, you're allowed to feel sad because you've been hurt regardless of whatever reason it is. Your feelings are valid and I don't think there is any secret formula on how to move on faster. You just gotta do your best and trust the process, I think the best thing you can do is probably learn from it and appreciate the experience you had because at some point you were very happy with that person.
By Sharra Llenos8 years ago in Humans
The Story Of Me and Then the Story Of Us
They say middle school is always the worst, kids who were innocent leave with sailor mouths and bad breath, kids who thought hot wheels were cool leave with resin on their lips, kids who used to care leave dissociated. I left with knowing what a little piece of metal felt like and the reality of moving away from any of the people that would be intuitive enough to pull my sleeves up.
By Anonymous Local8 years ago in Humans
What the Most Hurtful Relationship of My Life Taught Me
I was 18 and so he. We met at a local metal show and I was there to see someone I was currently crushing on perform. His band went first in the show and he sat at the drums like a ship’s captain facing dark skies at the helm of his vessel. I was immediately caught off guard by how beautiful this person was. There was this shine in his eyes reminding me of kindness and warmth. In November’s cold, he illuminated the hollowed out parts of me caused by months of denying any feeling at all for another human. Essentially, upon meeting him, I knew things would be different for a while.
By Hollyann Jagodzinski8 years ago in Humans
Toxic Relationships Aren't Always So Easy to Escape
A few years ago, if you would've asked me how I would describe depression, I would've said it was for weak people and that it couldn't be real. I couldn't understand how someone could let themselves be mentally consumed in the idea that you're incapable of controlling your emotions and that you're completely helpless. It wasn't until this year (2017) that I was actually able to say I have suffered through depression.
By He He8 years ago in Humans
An Open Letter to My Cheating (Ex?) Husband
In every fairytale, there’s always the evil step-mother or the big bad witch that comes between Prince Charming and the naive simple girl bound to fall in love. In our fairytale, you were charming and I was certainly naive in every sense and fashion to the point of believing every sweet, fib-tainted word uttered into my ear late at night. That fairytale was my dream, my plan, my hope... as it turns out, it wasn’t a fairytale at all. It was just another lie you told me.
By Kellen Kearns8 years ago in Humans
Naïve
Sweet. Innocent. Young. Naïve. The perfect target. She hadn’t gotten the chance to experience real love, but she knew what it felt like to really, really like someone. So you took your chance. You were charming, deceitful, older, and misleading. You knew what to say, how to say it, and when to say it. You knew you could catch her attention and you did. She didn’t know you, but she wanted to. You were mysterious, you seemed like a bad boy and all girls are suppose to go for the bad ones, right? Make them fall in love. All girls want to be the one that the bad boy changes for. But let’s be realistic, you weren’t looking to be changed. You just wanted to have a little fun. And I hope you got what you wanted because God knows she didn’t see what was coming. You opened your arms and provided her with what seemed like genuine affection. And with a tongue like a snake’s you lured her in with your smooth and fallacious words. She wasn’t sure how she felt, but she knew it was different and you were right there to convince her that these feelings were her love for you and that they were good. You spent enough time and effort on her to gain her trust and build up her feelings and then you stopped, only putting in enough to keep her around for when you wanted her. Even though you paid minimal attention to her when she wanted to talk but gave her your 100% anytime she offered herself to you, she still told herself that you loved her. You built her up when she doubted you, when she started to see you for who you really were you convinced her that she was wrong and that she was overthinking, or worrying too much and that she should be thankful for you. And when she’d agree, you’d let her fall back down. You made her light up and right when she thought she meant something to you, you blew out her light. You left her crying alone in her room on nights she questioned your feelings towards her. You left her feeling empty when she saw you touch and flirt with other girls. Of course you said they were just friends. She thought maybe she was doing something wrong, maybe she needed to try harder, maybe she needed to look prettier, maybe she needed to dress sexier. She gave you her everything, her mind, body, and soul. And you couldn’t even give her proper love after you were done using her. You had her begging and pleading for attention or acknowledgement. Anything to make her feel like she mattered. In the time it took you to gain her love, it took even longer for her to realize that you didn’t actually want her. Those words, “I love you,” meant nothing coming from you. Her first love was her first heartbreak. You used her, abused her, damaged her. And while she’s here clinging to the last bits of her heart that she has left, you are just fine. You got all the fun you wanted. You made her believe that you were the love she had been waiting to experience. She figured out it was all just a lie when you began to just lose interest. But in actuality you were never interested. And this sweet, innocent, and naïve girl was still young. But she felt as if she had aged 1,000 years. The stress, worry, fear, sadness, it ate at her from the inside out. She may be young, but her youth has been stolen from her. And after you’ve thrown her away, she knows more. But she would exchange what she has learned in her time with you for the naïve and happy girl she used to be. If this was love; bitter, deceptive, one-sided, and heart-wrenching. She wanted no part of it.
By Jo Renee8 years ago in Humans