Is there a chance? A fragment of light at the end of the tunnel? A reason to fight? Is there a chance you may change your mind? Or are we ashes and wine?

….finally I see that it’s never been me, just a blanket that keeps you warm. Easily tossed alongwhen something flashier or someone prettier comes along. Your heart I held so carefully, I see, this was all just a game…

I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain....

He needs “space” and “time,” as if this were physics and not a human relationship.

If only you would realize some day, how much have you hurt me,If only your heart ever, craves for me or my presence…If only you feel that love again someday for me,If only you are affected someday by my absence…Only you can end all my suffering and this unbearable pain,If only you would know what...

Do the things that you always wanted to, without me there to hold you back, don’t think just do, more than anything I want to see you go, take a glorious bite out of the whole world

When your mind says “Forget them” but your heart knows that you can’t.

6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days,and I still don’t know which month it was thenor what day it is now.Blurred out linesfrom hangovers to coffeeAnother vagabond lost to love.4am alone and on my way.These are my finest moments.I scrub my skinto rid me from youand I still don’t know why I cried.It was just something...

It would be nice to think that as I’ve got older times have changed, relationships have become more sophisticated, females less cruel, skins thicker, reactions sharper, instincts more developed. But there still seems to be an element of that evening in everything that happened to me since; all my other romantic stories seem to be...

There is no compromise when it comes to someones delicate feelings, the only way out is to stop pretending and set yourself free from someones life.

Mattia’s voice no longer stirred anything in his stomach, but he was aware of the idea of him and always would be, as the only true benchmark for everything that had come afterward.

I rein myself in. I’m already breaking up with the guy. I don’t have to ruin his favorite movie.

Where does one run to escape from feelings?

A lot of people are highly likely to become extremely depressed after a breakup, due to the fact that most of their pleasurable moments, which countless of people confuse with happiness, depend on the love and affections they get from their partners. Always place your unconditional self-love first.

Thought I couldn’t live without youIt’s gonna hurt when it heals tooEven though I really love youI’m gonna smile cause I deserve toQuickly I’m learning to love againAll I know is I’mma be ok

Don’t complain or blame to others, you are the one who selected wrong person,now get up ,wipe your tears and correct your statistics and now make a wiser choice. Learn to judge people, learn from your master(god,parents,teacher,best friend).

When a dreamer loses his lover, his dream profits. (Unless, of course, the lover was the dreamer’s dream.)

I’m so careless that now i don’t even care if i cared for you.

You break me the hardest, make me the strongest, and keep me the softest.

Cereal face,” and I took it while eating Cocoa Puffs.

a) he’s late. b) he’s acting like an asshole and blowing me off. c)he’s gotten into a horrible car crash that’s left dead. The most likely answer is A. (We went to prom together, and the limo had to wait in his driveway for half an hour. At the end of the night, we got...

Once fallen in true love, a person can’t really fall out of it, no matter what. How much ever you try to hate your better half, you’ll end up falling more instead. Some part of him will always reside in your heart.

You put me through hell. On purpose. Made me suffer. And there’s no end in sight. I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing, ace, but this Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde shit ain’t cutting it with me.

so bae gave me a sea of tears and stole my smile and ran away❤ ❤

Why don’t you just pretend that the asshole dropped dead? You can’t call or write to a dead man. Put a couple of candles in front of his picture, say a few Hail Marys, and get it over with.

Those days are gone, and good fucking riddance to them; unhappiness really meant something back then. Now it’s just a drag, like a cold or having no money. If you really wanted to mess me up, you should have got to me earlier.

When people complain of your complexity, they fail to remember that they made fun of your simplicity.

Hold on to the thought that no emotion lasts forever, no matter how wonderful or how terrible the emotion may be. The tears may last a little longer than you would like, but it will get better. I promise.

I hate everyone because everyone’s same as others; and everyone hates me because I’m unique. They hate me because I have a heart; which gets hurt every time but at the end of the day it gets heal in a hope that next day wont be same as this one. So don’t worry guys you...

The sweetest part of being a couple is sharing your life with someone else.But my life, evidently, had not been good enough to share.

The only whole heart is a broken one because it lets the light in.

To be rejected by someone doesn’t mean you should also reject yourself or that you should think of yourself as a lesser person. It doesn’t mean that nobody will ever love you anymore. Remember that only ONE person has rejected you at the moment, and it only hurt so much because to you, that person’s...

You fell in love with a storm. Did you really think you would get out unscathed?

All my joys resemble more a momentary intoxication than the real gold of happiness. It was all but an illusion.

Why is it that for starting a relationship,both should agree;but for ending it,the will of one is sufficient??

He cared less, so they cared more. He said it was beautiful. I knew he was broken.This was his game.

But that’s the thing with death. The whisper of it descent travels fast and wide, and people must’ve know I’d become a corpse because nobody even came to view the body.

I knew that somewhere God was laughing. He had taken the other half of my heart, the one person who knew me better than I knew myself, and He had done what nothing else could do. By bringing us together, He had set into motion the one thing that could tear us apart.

Love happens only once, what happens after that is just compromise; with your heart and with your life…

I will not try to convince you to love me, to respect me, to commit to me. I deserve better than that; I AM BETTER THAN THAT…Goodbye.

I always knew there was no one who is going to accept my flaws and understand my brokenness.And i knew it very well that nobody would hold my hand when the wind of darkness overcome my life so i just pushed them,i pushed them all away.

I would rather a romantic relationship turn into contempt than turn into apathy. The passion in the extremities make it appear as though it once meant something. We grow from hot or cold, but lukewarm is the biggest insult.

You asked why I couldn’t forgive you,” Nick said, very quietly, and I jumped a little. “It was because you were the love of my life, Harper. And you didn’t want to be. That’s hard to let go.

It is better to lock up your heart with a merciless padlock, than to fall in love with someone who doesn’t know what they mean to you.

When you go through a breakup, it feels likesomeone died. And the truth is that someone has died – the relationship.

Love isn’t about to show off or to go on dates. Its about being with a person who makes you feel special, who gives you a feeling that no one else does. The one who can completely understand you and can laugh on your lame jokes. The one to whom you trust the most and...

I can’t write another breakup record. That would be a real cliche.

And I think missing you hurts the most when something funny happens. Because in that one moment I find myself laughing, and within the next second I want to tell or text you what happened. And then it hits me again, every single time, that you aren’t there anymore. That I lost that one thing...

Yes, I understand why things had to happen this way. I understand his reason for causing me pain. But mere understanding does not chase away the hurt. It does not call upon the sun when dark clouds have loomed over me. Let the rain come then if it must come! And let it wash away...

fear of abandonment.” But women have fears of abandonment that are just as great as men’s, yet they rarely stalk or kill their partners after a breakup. Not only that, but many abusers are vicious to their ex-partners even when they do not desire a reunion or when they initiated the breakup themselves.