breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
Rescue Relationship
We’ve all been there I am sure. I never thought of it as a rescue relationship until someone pointed it out. The abusive relationship before this one made me blind. Never did I think that it would mess me up as bad as it did, but it led me to this next relationship that didn’t last and that I didn’t treat properly. However, it did lead me to the life I am learning and trying to live now for him.
By MICHELLE SMITH6 years ago in Humans
Flashback: April 30, 2020
I don't recall ever being a person feeling fully in love. It's an emotion that was rarely seen in the place other families may have called home. I wasn't a child that said, "I love you" to my parents first to receive the affirmation. I don't think I ever remembered asking if they did either.
By The Vivid Dreamer6 years ago in Humans
The End
Dear You, I met someone, he said being with him would be like a fairy-tale. Seemed skeptical, so I waited to really talk to him. I pondered the moment we would meet in person. He seemed harmless, but didn't all the others seem harmless. Must be my insecurities talking. Is that a sign I should wait? I feel ready, that must mean I am ready? Right?
By Athena Williams 6 years ago in Humans
Do you ever miss the embrace?
Hey, you; yes, you, the random human reading my story - ever been in a relationship and then that relationship ended? Maybe it was a great friendship that fell down a slippery slope. Maybe it was a family member who passed away or, perhaps, even walked away. Maybe it was what seemed like the most beautiful, romantical, intimate relationship that ever existed! Aaaaand then they ended it. Or... maybe you ended it? Either way, you were once in a relationship with someone and now you're not. There are some days you might suddenly think of that person and wonder long and hard about what they might be up to, how they are doing, if they're actually still alive, or what their cousin Sally is really doing for a living post comedy school... Yikes, the day dreaming is, in and of itself, a slippery slope! So, anonymous reader - does that sound like you? Yeah... I get ya!
By Erin Elizabeth6 years ago in Humans
L by the church
As I look back, I know she was a gift. Gifts are not meant to be made into a wife and burdened with children. They are meant to live in your mind as a crystalline essence. They write songs about them so you can have them and experience them in this way.
By Justin Bedtelyon 6 years ago in Humans
Fresh Start? Nah, Fresh Heart
I threw my favourite blanket in the rubbish. I couldn’t stand the thought of waking up each morning and still have the image of you laying there beneath the covers. How do I sleep in the bed where you held me in your arms? I don’t, it’s gone. How do I look at the pictures from when we were happy? I won’t, they’re gone. How do I stop making sentences with ‘us’ and ‘we’? I
By Shahnee Hunter6 years ago in Humans
The One Who Was Supposed To Get Away
Just like that he came back into my life for a brief moment and then he was gone. I finally had closure. I could happily close the last chapter of our book that was left unfinished for 15 years. Some, well a good majority of people that know me, think I’m crazy for holding on to this miniscule thread of hope for so long but I couldn’t help it. Believe me I tried to let him go. I tried to heal on my own. Through every outlet that could occupy my time, relationship that failed, vices that only masked my last burning question and story that I would write. He was my first love, the one that got away, that feeling I haven’t been able to find with anyone else, the one who shattered my heart into pieces. It’s been 15 years since that traumatic and dreaded day. He had found someone else while we were still together, the events that followed were mind numbingly heart breaking and egregious. And like that we became strangers. A decade and a half has passed and obviously the tears have stopped, they say only time can heal, but it hasn’t. Time had helped me to bury my memories. I couldn’t let go subconsciously. He would cross my mind more often than not and I would revel in the brief memory and bury it back down deep. We had built different lives, his on a stable foundation, a house, a wife, 2 dogs, the American dream, no kids and living with no obligations. He was always a believer in love and commitment, I knew this about him, why couldn’t it be me? It’s been so long, who cares right?
By Monica Nissing6 years ago in Humans
The Cost of Kisses
The afternoon sun tilted in the sky. Smearing the clouds shamelessly with bright smudges of pink. So began its ritual descent. Lisa admired the way the sun kissed the clouds so passionately with its goodbye. Not long ago, her breath was taken away by such luscious farewell kisses. She missed that time. All that remained was the little black book. Secrets her lover thought hidden. Oh yes, and the money. She can’t forget that.
By Sherry Ryan6 years ago in Humans
Fuck it. Fuck YOU
I fell hard with my heart. Legs weak trusting you would catch me. For year after year no matter the thick or thin you caught me. You clung to me. Had my everything focused on the one and only.. You. And then your road didn't merge with mine. You up and disappeared.
By Rebecca Chesbrough6 years ago in Humans
