loss-of-love

It__ painful, loving someone from afar.Watching them _ from the outside.The once familiar elements of their life reduced to nothing more than occasional mentions in conversations and faces changing in photographs_..They exist to you now as nothing more than living proof that something can still hurt you _ with no contact at all.

I miss that feeling of connection.Knowing he was out there somewhere thinking about me at the same time I was thinking about him.

If you cannot hold me in your arms, then hold my memory in high regard.And if I cannot be in your life, then at least let me live in your heart.

I had someone once who made every day mean something.And now_. I am lost_.And nothing means anything anymore.

There is an ocean of silence between us_ and I am drowning in it.

_the sad part is, that I will probably end up loving you without you for much longer than I loved you when I knew you.Some people might find that strange.But the truth of it is that the amount of love you feel for someone and the impact they have on you as a person, is in no way relative to the amount of time you have known them.

You are a hole in my life, a black hole. Anything I place there cannot be returned. I miss you terribly. Ci vedremo lassu, angelo.

Mourn with those are sorrowful.Be happy with those who are joyful.

All the same, it strikes me as unfair that I still have to defend myself against her moral judgements. My continuing need for her approbation is pathetic. Twice now I have stopped myself on the street to remonstrate with her, a crazy old coot talking to himself.

I'd breathe for her. I'd see for her, hear for her, and feel for her. I'd even die for her. Thousands of times. If I could see her smile at me one more time, it would all be worth it. Just one more time. Before I completely fell apart.

The guilt fell upon him like a hammer to a nail. He dropped onto his bed, grabbing the picture frame that sat next to it. I__ sorry were the words that repeatedly came out of his mouth. All he could think was, how could he do that to her? To the woman he vowed to spend the rest of his life with. His stomach hurt just from thinking about it.

My heart felt withered, a neglected fruit that would never again sweeten, now that my love was dead.

I dreamt of land but that was so long ago.I don't even know if he still exists.

Your memory feels like home to me.So whenever my mind wanders, it always finds it__ way back to you.

The Silence of the Final GoodbyeI knew you best from the silences,The time and space in between,The moment before our lips touched,The way your arms went up in the air before you laughed,The smile that we shared before we talked,The redness on your face before your tears,The sensation of your arms around me after you released the embrace.The look you gave me before you walked away,Nothing had ever been so painful,No words could say what your eyes told me,When I wake in the morning without you,It__ the first thing I hear_The silence of the final goodbye.

We are more than the worst thing that's ever happened to us. All of us need to stop apologizing, for having been to hell and come back breathing.