breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
Call Me If You're Sad
I just want to know, if you weren't waiting for me to say it first, when would you have said you love me? Would it have been before or after I did? Did I say it too soon? Is that what made this end? Or was it the fact that I walked outside a few time that night? Maybe it was how I kept pushing you to come closer to me when you clearly wanted your space. I know what you're going to say… it isn't anything you did, I'm just… not ready. Well the thing is, clearly it is me, because ready or not here I am. Willing put in the work, but I guess that's because I am working toward something that is so far beyond what I deserve and you… well you'd be back tracking to something unbefitting. I am, in fact, inferior to you in most things. You are more desirable, exceptional in all you do, exceeding every expectation I ever had for you. I am an unsightly basket case. So fickle I unravel at the smallest inconvenience. While it may be unhealthy to view myself in this light, it is the only switch I can find, and its deep purple hue of sadness is an unbecoming tone on my tear soaked face. So I'll turn off the light, I'll wallow here in my dysphoria no longer thinking about my own shortcomings, but about how I miss the sheer sound of your voice. The sweet sweet harmony when you sang and the way it felt to lay my head on your chest. The way your hand felt in mine as we drove to our next adventure, or how you couldn't help but smile when you looked into my eyes. A smile so infectiously attractive that it brought out mine even when I wasn't sure I was capable. I'll think about all this and wonder, how did I go from encountering sunshine even when it rains through the gentleness of your kiss on my cheek to feeling all the pain of losing someone who once asked me if it was crazy to think that we could be each others forever. Weeks have gone by and I've tried to move on, but every time I contemplate such an act I recall that it's you I really want. Sure, I was fine before you, happy even, and now, well… I am fine, just fine. You know, when I called my mother to tell her I had lost the best thing that had happened to me in a long time, she asked if I wanted to hurt myself… since that's what I do. But for once in my life my answer was no. Not because I wasn't upset, but because I was not numb to this pain as I had been to everything else. I didn't need to force myself to feel something anymore. I suppose that's the downside of being healthy, feeling all this pain... all while still wondering if you are doing alright. Still hoping maybe, just maybe I'll get a text message that says you're willing to try. Taking comfort in the thought of you just going through life, as though that month hadn't happened, still smiling, laughing, singing, and obsessing over trivial things like labor and hockey, because all I want is for you to be happy, and if your embodiment of that word lacks my presence, then so be it. I guess what I'm trying to say is call me if you're ever sad because you realize you may be willing to settle for a slightly mad blonde with eyes for only you.
By Hannah Rose7 years ago in Humans
Signs
I was water. He was air. On the surface, we seemed to be good for each other. There’s always calm before the storm. There are always signs, too. See, people have this idea of air. Like the wind is only a cool breeze on a sunny summer day. And people also have this idea of water. Waves gently crashing against the shore at sunrise and sunset. Caressing the sand. But nothing good comes from water and air. The calm can be deceptive. His calm was very deceiving. I was water, and he was air. At first, he felt good. Gentle. His smile was like a cool breeze on a sunny summer day. And at first, I was calm. Just like the waves gently crashing against the shore at sunset. But when he raged, so did I. He would stir me until a hurricane formed in my ocean and came ashore to destroy everything in its path. Not even the eye was calm. Sometimes it was worse. Sometimes I would hold the pain in until it erupted in seismic waves that made my waters retreat in what seemed like defeat only to rush in and cause destruction. I came with a warning, but it was too late. I only wished we had paid attention to the signs.
By Sylveonna Latrese7 years ago in Humans
No Love Lost No Love Found
It’s been two years. Two years ago I was in love with you. Two years ago we were inseparable. Two years ago you were my best. Two years ago I could not imagine myself without you. But things all began to change. You started to distance yourself. You started to keep things from me. You chose your video games over me. You would choose to hang out with your friends instead of me. You started to complain about every little thing I did. Nothing I did was good enough for you. It was as if you had become tired of me. Tired of us. We spent three years together as a couple. But five years together as best friends. We became an old married couple bickering at each other over the littlest things. You couldn’t stand me anymore. And to be the utmost honest... I couldn’t stand you either. I never saw it coming. I couldn’t imagine myself without you in my life. And by the time we had finally called it quits, I wasn’t sad. I gave you three days with no contact. And you hardly noticed I wasn’t around. Now it’s been two years and we are merely strangers to one another. Someone I used to call my best friend has become the biggest stranger. I don’t talk to you anymore. And I don’t think about you much. I don’t regret what we had. Because I am now stronger than I have ever been. The past two years have changed me into a better person. I’ve moved on and you have too. You are merely a glimpse in my past.
By Jamie Shields7 years ago in Humans
The Science Behind Heartbreak: How to Cope with a Bad Breakup
While it’s common for a single person to get rejected now and then, these feelings are made all the harder when they come from someone you love. Coping with heartbreak is never easy, but ending a long-term relationship can be particularly painful, whether you were the one asking for the breakup or not.
By Tobias Gillot7 years ago in Humans
Surviving Heartbreak
To be honest, I think this is like the first time I've written a blog post and actually not thought about being 'positive' and trying to make people 'see the light at the end of the tunnel'. I'm just being real and RAW. Heartbreak and the heartache that comes with it is actually unmatchable LOL. I don't know of any pain it is comparable to. It's not the worst pain, but it's a unique kind of pain on its own. The worst is when it wasn't even because of a relationship, but a situationship, and I'm not the first person that's expressed this so I know this much is true. When I feel like this, I don't think there's anything anyone can say to make me feel better (except God). My friends (bless them) have the best things to say, and are always trying to uplift me, but needless to say it's as useful to me as a band aid in this situation. It almost feels like the world is ending. And I think that's because this person, in a way, was your world. People like me who are intense beings feel two ways when ending with someone, absolutely nothing or absolutely everything. This is what makes it worse. I've spoken to people and it's come to an end, and it's been a relatively easy 'goodbye'. Yes I'd still think about them occasionally, but the memories would pop up and I'd literally feel nothing. But when I really like the person. Wow. Fam, I'm sure I'm close to death because what kind of pain is that? Why does it have to feel like this?!?!?! How many working days 'til I feel normal again?!????!
By Eyram Kiakia7 years ago in Humans
