breakups

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

The Story of Us
It is seven thirty on a Thursday when you wake up next to him. The sun is streaming in through the open window of your fifth floor walk up, casting shadows across the dark features of his perfect face. Your eyes are closed as you trace circles on the soft skin of his back, and you know one thing to be true: you are in love.
By Meredith Philbrook7 years ago in Humans
Moving on and Getting Over
Life, man. I know for sure I’m not the first to say it and I won’t be the last, but it moves quickly. When it comes to relationship, I can tell you one thing for certain: they’re hard! Now, that means ANY type, bottom line is that relating to people is a learned skill. Whether it be a friend, a neighbor, an aunt or uncle, grandparent, classmate, teacher or a significant other, these relationships are work, but they’re worth it.
By kelsey morgan7 years ago in Humans
Missing You
I can try, but will never forget to miss you. Sometimes when I think of you I want to drink the cabinets dry, curse your name until my throat is numb, then smoke my lungs black. Then I remember that after all of that, I still can't have you. These nights I miss you with every broken piece of me, and I often find my heart growing heavy as the stillness sets in. My mind begins to drift and yet the only thing it ever wanders to is you. You and her, your new lover. I think about her skin. Is it softer than mine? Why do I do that? I let these thoughts collide in my head. Slow at first, and then they begin to come faster and faster, one after another. It feels like I'm spinning. Tears begin to cascade down my raw cheeks, stinging in the crisp air of the night. I imagine our car rides without a destination, stealing kisses at every red light. The afternoons spent with our bodies tangled so perfectly in my sheets. Bantering over whose turn it was to pick the movie or restaurant of the night. Although, now it isn't me riding shotgun, not my body under yours, but hers. I can’t help myself but to wonder, do you love her? I mean the kind of love that fills you up, the kind that makes you feel whole. Love that lifts you up and sets your soul free. I mean love that is felt, love that hurts. Do you really love her? I love you. I know this because, after all this pain, I still wish you the best. I love you because although I could not make you happy, I still hope that she can. I know I love you because I will never forget you, and I will see you in every place I go. I will see you in the color red because it was the color of your favorite shirt. I will see you in the crappy blue nail polish that I always manage to paint all over my fingers, because it was your favorite one. And I know I love you because you moved on, and somehow I feel that I will never be whole. Sometimes, do you think of me? All the time, I think about you. So many days spent talking to you, so many nights spent wasting away the hours of the dark, so many minutes spent enjoying your company. Had I known the last day was the last day, that the last night was the last night; maybe I’d have soaked up every moment, never taking a single second for granted. Perhaps I’d have said something to make you stay, done something to make you want me the way I wanted you. And I know that the human body completely replenishes itself on an average of eleven years. New bones, new cells; a whole new body to take on the next eleven-year adventure. How relieved my skin must feel to know that within a matter of time it will no longer yearn for your touch, it will no longer remember how badly it once missed you. I wonder if my next skin will be softer, more to your liking; more like hers. But how sad my mind must feel knowing that my body will one day forget you, my most precious memory. And yet, how safe my heart must feel knowing one day it will heal from all this pain you have inflicted. Eleven years from now, I will be sitting in a body that you have never touched. However, a lifetime from now, my mind will still be shaped by you.
By Shay7 years ago in Humans
Ice’s Diary
I lay down on the bed, confused thoughts running through my mind. I can’t believe after all my experience with dating men, and how much of a ‘relationship counselor’ I am, I stuck in this rut.
By Miss Sleeq7 years ago in Humans
Unkiss Me
~July~ What a pleasant, unexpected surprise, this butterfly in my stomach. I was not prepared to be so affected, but I welcome fluttering within me. I embrace the goosebumps that scatter on my skin when you fly close to me. I cling to familiarity I feel when we are alone. I crave the connection we have. I do believe I haven't felt this before. I do believe in this.
By Bryanna Burshnick7 years ago in Humans
The Dark Side of Love
Dear Readers, Have any of you ever looked at a reminder and hated what it made you think of? Hated the flood of emotions that hits you in the gut and almost bring you to your knees? Well, I have faced many in my life. Some I face every day even now. Framed photos, saved texts, family conversations, etc.
By Abigail White7 years ago in Humans
When No One Believed Me
This story begins sometime around sophomore year and goes on till my junior year in high school. I was friends with a guy since middle school, to keep his name discreet I’m going to identify his as "R." R and I were friends beginning in seventh grade, extending towards high school up until junior year in high school. I found myself beginning to have a crush on him during my sophomore year. I remember he was in my English class and he had sat next to me. I had a crush on him and it was something I couldn’t hide. One day I found the courage to tell him how I felt. It was after the last class of the day. Since our classes were next to each other I met up with him and told him I wanted to tell him something. I had told him that I liked him and he had literately dropped to the ground. It was strange, but after that, we both went to our separate busses to go home. He texted me later that he was shocked that I had like him and wanted to date me.
By Eliza Gonzalez7 years ago in Humans
Redirection
I loved myself before I met you, I knew myself before I met you, and I was happy before I met you. Is that what drew you to me?
By Dee Cee7 years ago in Humans
How You Really Know
Back in October I went through a breakup with someone I thought for sure would ALWAYS have my back, but in the long run of things, it was just another Karmic lesson.
By BuBz7 years ago in Humans
That “Oh Hell No” Moment
Have you ever been in a relationship with someone, perhaps a friend, friend with benefits, or partner and you reach your limit? Without the intention you find yourself thinking “oh hell no”... and in that moment you instantly lose interest in trying to give anything more than you already have.
By Adrianna La Mama7 years ago in Humans
How I Became Attached to the Man Who Cheated on Me
It's not at all how I imagined myself. It's so far beyond comparison of who I thought I was, my values were, and the thoughts that formed me that it shocked me.
By Lily Park7 years ago in Humans
Starting Over
Let me take you back, not too far back, far enough to understand why I decided to move myself, my dog, and my whole life to a new province.
By Lauren Swain7 years ago in Humans