I can’t get away from you, seriously. Try as I may, it seems nearly impossible to eradicate you from my life. Go away. No one wants a single mom who keeps abandoning everything that “matters” to her. Nobody desires someone who betrays and lies, no matter what has been done to them. You wanted someone else, but that didn’t work out so well did it? This is what you wanted. This is what you were planning and dreaming of. This is EXACTLY what you needed, right? Nothing you do will ever build up any form of trust with me.Nothing you do can make up for what you did and how you handled everything, as well as how you treated me. Go away. Nobody wants you. Just, fuck off and live. And instead of chasing after more guys since I don’t want anything to do with you, go take care of your fucking son. Grow up, already.
I wish I could have the guts to tell you the things that constantly run through my mind but since I don’t I’m writing this letter.
First off let me say that you made me extremely happy for the short time that we were together. You were the first boy to make me feel the way I did. You were the first boy that I could call in three in the morning because I couldn’t sleep and you answer the phone and would be ready to talk about anything.You were also the first boy that my friends and family loved to be around.You truly made me feel like I was something special.
You do not care about me. You never did. Your appearance was important, not me…
You decided to have fun. You ignored my feelings, and wishes. I wanted to build memories with the person I loved. I wanted to remember when I would be old about times I would have danced with you, travelled with you, laughed with you, talked about all sorts of topics with you. But let’s be honest-you never cared… and what memories would I have now? Someone who lied? chated? let me be. please. It’s broken. And it’s too late.
So, wow; you hate me because I still have feelings for you and I’m finding it almost impossible to forget everything that happened between us? It’s not like I fucking choose to feel this way. If I had the chance I would’ve moved on the second we stopped being close, it sure as hell would’ve made my life 100% easier and I wouldn’t have spent all those days and nights crying my eyes out because of your stupid, selfish acts.
I really miss you. I miss your smile. I miss the way you’d look at me while lying next to me in bed. I miss your butt in your lululemon pants and the way you smelled when we’d go out on dates. I miss sitting next to you on the couch watching Downton Abbey. I don’t know why of all the shows we watched, that’s the one I picture.
I miss sitting in traffic driving to volleyball and hearing about whatever annoying thing Ethan had you do that day. I miss waking up in the night and seeing your silhouette in front of the computer in your office. I miss wrapping my arm around you at our friends’ house, and always knowing I could go find you, if the other conversations got dull.
I bumped into this website by accident, or maybe it was a sign… A sign to finally tell you and myself as well, that i’m OK now. i heard from a friend that you have gotten everything you have wished for in terms of career and love. I can finally say that i am truly happy for you and most importantly very proud of what you have achieved. i am also glad to hear that you have found somebody. Somebody that can actually make you contented, happy, blessed and more in love than ever. i know that she will love you more than i could. So, to you, i wish you all the triumphs that life could offer. Take care always and thanks for the memories…
We were young and madly in love. Our relationship seemed perfect, it was something of a fairy-tale. He came along like a prince and saved me from my darkness. He gave me hope, joy, and happiness but I let my insecurities, fears, and the past end the relationship. Even after our relationship was over with he still called me everyday, every morning he would text me “Good morning beautiful” and I would ignore him, every night he would text me ” Good night beautiful” and again I would ignore it, and when he called I would answer him and simply be as rude as I could be. But that never made him act rude to me instead he was gentle, sweet, and kind. He would always try to make me laugh even when I was angry. I hated him for that, I wanted him to hate me back but he wouldn’t allow it. It’s been three years since I broke things off. When I think back to the day we broke up and of how I treated him I feel disgusted, sad, and disappointed with what I did to him. I tried for about a year now to contact him but there is noway. Since I moved, changed my number, and basically deleted every social network I had. I have no way of contacting him. I asked couple of friends about him and they said they don’t know where he could be. It’s like he disappeared from the face of earth.
To you crr..
tagal na din nung pinakawalan kita.sinayang q ung moment na magiging masaya ako sa piling mo..pinili kng saktan ka.tama lng tong sakit na na fefel q ngayon kapag tinitingnan q ung account mo sa fb kasama pamilya mo parang dinudurog puso q.pero alam ko na maligaya ka na.kaya pinili ko nalng manahimik kahit my anak ka sa akin..kahit na alam ng anak q na patay na papa nya.ayaw na kitang gulohin..karma nato sa akin.pero kahit papano my iniwan ka naman sa akin na habang buhay kung ipagpapasalamat sa yo.salamat sa memory..kahit masakit pakakawalan ko na ung alaala mo.
Yes it’s been a long while. Yes, I’m married. Yes I cheated on you for a week with my current husband. Yes, I didn’t tell you about it. Yes, I left you for him. Yes, I waited years to apologize. Yes, I cut off communication with you. Why did I do all these things, you ask? It’s complicated. But it was all well-intentioned, I swear.
Now, it’s been about five years. It sucks that my husband and your birthdays are the same. It sucks that he likes the same shows as you. It sucks that I have to see your roommate from college every week at my school. It sucks that so many things remind me of you. It sucks that I’m not happy. I left you for many reasons, all of them probably stupid. I was infatuated with him. You were in another city. You weren’t a “good boy.” You weren’t making me a priority (or so I felt). I though you weren’t ready to take it to the next level. I wanted to be married. I thought you weren’t ready for that. I made so many assumptions. About him and his family. About you and your family. I thought they wouldn’t accept me. I was super different. I thought his family was similar to me and to my family. Turns out everything was opposite. Everything.
I hope to God this makes me feel better because alcohol isn’t working anymore.
Two and a half years. Not a short amount of time nor a lifetime together. Enough to hurt though.
When I met you I felt so lucky. I had never had a man tell me the things you did and fall so easily in love, but loving you was that easy. I initiated the break up, I thought we needed it. We weren’t in a good place at the end and now a month on the pain and rawness is only coming to me now, hitting me full on that we are not together.
Oblivion – the act of forgetting. That’s what you did. You forgot about me. You threw me away like I never even mattered. And what for? For your ‘friend’ who talked about how much of a dick you were and a whore I was to the entire world. You care so much about what people think of you that it would KILL you to have him hate you and keep talking about you. So you did the only thing you could to save your reputation.
YOU YOU YOU
It’s been a year…we tried to make it work after breaking up just being friends and talk like we used to before we dated..but we couldn’t we were in love and we made it work for almost a year but than you had to go and do what you did with her the first time i said it was OK you said it will never happen again and i believed you how stupid i was back than and than it happened again with the same girl and i couldn’t believe it why did you do ? where you fed up on me…a year and i still don’t know what happened..why you did what u did and i guess that’s how it’s gonna be. it’s hard seeing you with her all happy and that smile god i can’t get over it.
I’m so tired. This pain in my heart, it’s been here for more than a year and I can’t stand it anymore. I’m so tired of being sad because of you. So tired of thinking about you, having dreams about you. My mind is exhausted. I know it’s over. It’s been over for a long time now, I don’t know why I’m still hoping, it’s such a waste of time. Why can’t I just forget you like I forgot every other boy in my life? You’re not my first and neither my last relationship, but I forgot all the other .. why can’t I just forget you? I’ve tried literally everything.
They call it a heart break, but I just learned that my heart cannot be broken. My heart is not that hard to break (no pun intended.) My heart is not made of any material that can be broken, my heart is not concrete…my heart is spongy, it can only be cut or punctured and once any of those happen I will not live to tell the tale.
To the hearts that I’ve broken,
I know there are few people out there that misunderstands me. I realised that my communication is to blame. I never understand relationship and my first lasted for four months. The other 1 month after. The other 3mths later and the cycle continues. I think I’ve become a serial dater.
I know I have hurt others along the way because I am a girl of my own thoughts, and when I feel tied down or bored, I’ll leave the relationship for petty reasons.