You wore sponges in the armpits of your shirt.
We Broke Up Because:
you rejected me so many times that I thought I was hideous, and screwed me up till this day. You were my first and I wasn’t old/wise enough to realise I should have walked out on you years before you broke up with me. I’m not at all hideous, btw.
I tried really hard to convince the both of us that I didn’t care all that much. I managed to convince you, it’s a different story with myself though
We broke up the first time because you were afraid of how much you loved me. We broke up the second time because of how much you loved yourself. We’ve stayed broken up this time because I finally love myself a little, too.
You broke up with me because you said you were too immature for a relationship after a year of us being together. We lived together and I became attached to your dog. You abruptly told me you were moving out and you were gone after a few days. You said you wanted to work on yourself and become healthier. You started smoking and drinking like crazy… so much for health.
I’ll never know the real reason we broke up, too much time has past and we act like it never happened anyways. But here is my best guess reason, we broke up because you are stupid. You cheated on me and didn’t know how else to say it, except not say it at all. And that is we broke up.
I met you randomly on vacation in the most beautiful place on Earth. You knew nothing of my past and I knew nothing of yours and I liked that. Having been through many struggles and experienced death at a young age I never believed in love. That was until I met you. I fell harder for you than anyone I’ve ever met before. I was the girl that the boys could never catch. I didn’t settle for anyone. Yet, you caught me. Our sober intimate relations were something entirely new to me. Your kind, genuine words caught me off guard and made me melt. We went our separate ways back to our busy lives but something was missing. You! We talked and skyped every night for months and I fell deeply in love with you. That was until you stopped talking to me. You cut off all contact until I received a lengthy text weeks later. Saying “It was for the best.” That we had to stop talking to each other so we could move on. I had nothing to say. You shattered my hope, this hope that maybe love exists. So I wrote you a letter. I poured out my heart to you. I told you I loved you, the biggest risk I’ve taken. I told you about my wants and fears and how losing you was worse than losing my mother. Whom passed away when I was eight. A week following that I received a letter back. Now to this day I will hold nothing as close to my heart as that letter. As many times as I’ve cried myself to sleep and wanted to hate you I can’t because of this letter. No one, not my family, not my friends have ever said the things to me you wrote in that six page letter. It gives me butterflies every time I think about it. The words were written with such depth and emotion that they brought tears to my eyes. You said I was perhaps one of the best things that ever happened to you. And that we need to keep in touch for the future. I was back in love. And this time so much harder then the first. That was until I received a phone call the first time we’d spoken since both letters were sent and received. During that phone call you informed you had a girlfriend. My heart cracked. I have never felt such pain in my life. Everything you wrote in that letter seemed fake. You had been running around with this girl for weeks now yet you had the audacity to send me that letter. How could you?! I was in such a downturn that I started using. I used drugs and alcohol to numb the pain of heartbreak. I would never be good enough. There was no such thing as love and if there was well it would never find me. I wanted nothing to do with friends or boys or anything of that nature. I cut myself off from everyone and everything. I started to ruin myself. My grades started to drop and I relied heavily on pain killers so as not to feel this pain. Because as I saw it “I’d rather not feel anything at all then feel so much hurt and loss.” We tried to fix our relationship and as much as I wanted to hate you I just couldn’t. You always told me you cared and still will no matter what. Even though we don’t talk anymore and you are in a happy relationship. I still love you and if I could have you back I would take it in a minute. And that kills me. I’m learning to let go and the use of substances are no longer in my life. I think I am finally realizing I can be happy without you. There will always be a place for you in my heart though. Just waiting for us to find each other once more.
…you couldn’t handle it when things got “tough”. Although it still hurts now, I count myself lucky for having been released early. Imagine how much worse it would have been if you had been sick, if I had been sick, if you lost your job, if we couldn’t afford something, if a parent died, if a pet died, if, if, if. There are bigger problems to come in our lives and I want someone who will be able to support me, just as I support you, no matter how big or small the “if” may be.
because we need more time to grow, but I still want you. Maybe absence does make the heart grow fonder. Til then, i’ll be missing you.
We broke up because your heart wouldn’t beat after all the pain you’d been through and I didn’t have a defibrillator to restart it despite our feelings for each other. Years have passed, but I still think of you *every* single day…
You decided an email while you were away to tell me you still loved your ex and didn’t want me anymore was a good idea.
He figured out he was bored with me about a week before I miscarried his child
We broke up because in your eyes it was ok to love someone and hurt them. It’s not, you don’t hurt someone you care about and assault is never ok.
i’m emotionally unstable and you didn’t care enough to deal with me x
we broke because i gave and gave and you took and never once thought to give back. now you have nothing and i have everything.
