breaking-up

If I wasn't so phenomenal. I would go back to you.

Watch me go. Watch me. Because you said i couldn't. Because you thought I wouldn't. Go on, cry now. Cry.

I'm dumping the whole box back into your life Ed, every item of you and me. I'm dumping this box on your porch, Ed, but it's you, Ed, who is getting dumped.

What plagues people is not those who don't love them, but those who do.

Sure, occasionally a certain sappy song or romantic movie would come on, and you__ wonder what he or she was up to, but there was no way to know. Of course, you could always pick up the phone (and more recently, text or e-mail), but that would require that person__ knowing you were thinking of him or her. Where__ the fun in that? You never want them to know you__e thinking of them, so you refrain. Before long the memories start to fade. One day, you realize you can__ quite remember how she smelled or the exact color of his eyes. Eventually, without ever knowing it, you just forget that person altogether. You replace old memories with new ones, and life goes on. It was the clean break you needed to move forward.

The most surprising thing about breaking up is that you already know how to do it. Everything you need to know, you learned in kindergarten. Yours should always be better than his (especially when it comes to lawyers).

All her tormentings of me turned suddenly into sweetnesses, and who could torment like this exquisite fury, wondering in sudden flame why she could give herself to anyone, while I wondered only why she could give herself to me. It may be that I wondered over-much. Perhaps that was why I lost her.

Don't do this to us." He warned, his voice hoarse with angry desperation as he realize he was losing her. "You're letting eleven years of mistrust color everything you've discovered I've done".

Either give me your hand, or end it now, and put us both out of our misery

...and I laugh and I spin and dance and frolic in ecstasy and I... I hurt no more, while you...you petrified little man, are left to wonder if it's you I speak of.

The best way to get OVER one is to get UNDER one

I loved you when I left you.

The faster you search for a new partner, the faster you will get over your break-up blues_. Love is nothing more than an illusion.

I couldn__ love you for who you are because you showed me who you truly wanted to be, and I loved her more.

We ruined each other by being together. We destroyed each other__ dreams.

Please don__ hate you??!! I hate that I love you. Loving you made me waste a year of my life. Loving you made me be passionate about nothing but you. Loving you made me take risks I never would have otherwise. Loving you made me give it up to you. Loving you made me neglect my parents and Amy. Loving you made me not care that my grandma just died. Loving you made me turn out bitter and hopeless like her. Loving you made me hate myself for being dumped by you. Loving you made me deluded, irrational, inconsiderate, and a liar. And because I love you, you__e always going to hau

The words come out of my mouth, but they don__ sound like me. I don__ sound like me. Probably because I know it__ all lies. But I can see that they__e lies that Reeve believes. He swallows them whole. His eyes go blank. Empty. He completely shuts down.

And life goes on like this,an uncomplete poem.