breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
An Open Letter to My Ex Best Friend
Dear Stranger, We used to be the best of friends. Always together, and when we weren’t, we were at least always talking to each other. If you weren’t at my house I was at yours. You always made me smile, you always made me laugh, you always gave me something to look forward to. Whenever I was crying you were always there checking up on me. We always stayed up to the ends of the night talking about our lives on the phone. I loved you so much, I loved that you were my best friend. You told me everything, you let me know your problems, you let me know what you were thinking. I was always there for you and vice versa, but everything changed. I always knew friends could break your heart, but I never knew that this was going to happen to us.
By Miranda Hagins8 years ago in Humans
Listening
We were sitting in a hammock just looking at each other and talking about all of the little things that didn’t matter. But he was interested and curious and it felt good to know that someone wanted to know me and wanted to listen. Our phones were put away and it felt like we were completely disconnected from all of our problems in the world. No one has ever just really listened to me before. But when we talked about our childhoods and shared memories that we loved and experiences that we struggled through, I didn’t feel alone. And I began to appreciate him as a person and as a friend who understood me. I learned that the quieter you become, the more you can hear and learn things about people. Listening means respecting someone and caring about them so much that you just want to know every little detail about them. I love the feeling of being listened to. And for once, I loved listening as well.
By Alyssa Beth8 years ago in Humans
The Path Can Be Lonely
Traveling for work, long hours at the gym and being dedicated to the task at hand every day. There isn't always a lot left in the tank for other things. It sounds terrible and it can be for relationships. Throw in some time difference and uncertainty and you have a wonderful recipe for disaster waiting around the corner.
By Steven Altman8 years ago in Humans
Girl in the Snowglobe
I feel raw, exposed, and numb. I told him I loved him and he smiled and walked away. I thought that saying it would let me heal but I feel like the wound just reopened, the raw skin and muscle exposed to the cold, frigid air, my warm blood pouring out and staining the white snow that sits around me a now dark crimson. I fall down, curling into a ball, wanting to shrink into nothing. My world flips upside down and I'm turned inside out.
By Kathryn Lile8 years ago in Humans
All the Things I Wish I Told Her
When laying in bed at night her face comes to mind. She is euphoria, seeing her encapsulating smile could melt your soul. She was there one second and the next she's gone. I wish I could have calmed her nerves, told her it was okay to have these feelings, because all of them were reciprocated. But being scared of rejection, I hid my face and submerged the feelings that were so desperately crawling to come out. You had your shot, why didn't you take it? These thoughts linger in the air constantly, a world where you could have engulfed her in affection and compassion, treating her how she deserved. She might read this thinking there were others, but it was just her, only her and her beauty.
By Dakota Shadow8 years ago in Humans
30 Journal Entries to Self-Discovery - Day 5
Hey, Y'all! Happy day five! It's weird, right? This is weird. I've never done a daily follow along blog post. It's always been one article on one topic. So this is so weird for me. However, I'm really enjoying it. I hope you are too and if you're not... then why are you still reading? Anyway, here's the quote for the day: "Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart" - William Wordsmith
By Michelle Schultz8 years ago in Humans
