breakups

When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.

My First Love
When you think of love, what is the first thing that comes to your mind? Happiness? Starting a family? Butterflies in your belly? I thought all of those too. Until it nearly destroyed me as a person.
By Dee Zee8 years ago in Humans
First Love
Love. It changes you. They say the longer time passes, the more the wounds heal, but that was not true for me. The pain may have faded slightly, but the scars still linger. They linger deep inside me and have never disappeared.
By Isabella Frost8 years ago in Humans
Take Care
They say it helps to write out how you’re feeling when you’re feeling sad. I feel like I write too much about it so it’s lost its effect on helping me cope... but here I am.
By Nancy Garcia8 years ago in Humans
Thoughts After Us
I wonder if you are listening to the same songs to get over me. When I look over at the Spotify side bar, will I see that you were listening to Tash Sultana 7 minutes ago? And will I wonder where you were listening to Tash Sultana? Do you have headphones in at the supermarket, or are you spread out at the foot of your bed, bathing in her melodic melancholy like me?
By Katherine Collins8 years ago in Humans
This Is NOT a Love Story
“This is a story of boy meets girl. But you should know upfront, this is not a love story.”- 500 Days of Summer It’s been a little over a year and a half since I have been with my “ex-boyfriend” Griffin. We began to date just before I graduated high school. He was 20-years-old at the time and was already living on his own in an apartment down in Long Beach. Griffin has cystic fibrosis, an inherited disease that causes severe damage to the lungs and other organs. My favorite thing about him was his optimistic outlook on life, and his willingness to fight and beat his disorder, for which there is no cure.
By Kay Higgs8 years ago in Humans
Love, Lust, Abuse
Acceptance, relationships—we as humans are naturally social creatures. We strive for perfection, acceptance, and love. We try to use these skills to make new friends. Sometimes this blooms into something more. Love is a huge concern for most people. We look for it, and in most cases it happens unexpectedly. But other occasions we have it without realizing it’s not love, it’s control.
By Olivia Stark8 years ago in Humans
R
It’s been at least five years. Five years since I was with you. Things ended terribly... I will admit it. I firmly believe that you were at fault. You may say different.
By hailey clark8 years ago in Humans
Café De Tournesol
Lavender The colour of your hair reminded me of what used to be my favourite colour. Your fragrance reminded me of what used to be my favourite scent. Lavender. A colour, a scent, a word that I was not able to get out of my mind since the day you left. I hope I remind you of something. I hope you even still think of me. I hope the sounds of footsteps that resemble mine make you tremble. Because that’s what happens to me. I know that you are gone for good & nothing can change that. But help me remember how good the word “lavender” felt on the tip of my tongue.
By Emily Q.8 years ago in Humans
If You Love Someone, Let Them Go
It’s funny how things can turn out all in your favor; it’s funny how our feelings are just temporary. I got over the breakup situation with my ex but not my feelings of love for him. I saw him for the first time after not contacting him for a month, and it was hard to see him because he was still going down a dark path. He was arrested, still doing drugs, and could possibly be going to jail soon. The girl he cheated with was still obsessed with him and kept calling him the whole time he was with me. I genuinely believed that he really did not have feelings for her and was using her like he told me. It’s a really bad situation that I’m happy I’m out of. All the people in his life currently he is just using, and all he cares about is drugs right now.
By Erina Kimura8 years ago in Humans
Iridescent
You told me to forget the taste of your love before I get trapped. But how can I forget? I have fallen so deep into this bottomless well of despair. This is not supposed to be love. You made me believe that this is how it was supposed to be. You made me think that it was supposed to hurt, to make me cry, to make me angry. What I hate you the most for is not letting me go. Because you know, no matter how much I detest you, I'll keep coming back to you in the end.
By Emily Q.8 years ago in Humans
The Party to End All Parties
When I was first dating my boyfriend, there was a girl that was married to a guy I knew from school. So it came as a surprise when she was trying to be up my boyfriends' butt. I mean literally. This girl did not care that he had a girlfriend and did not like me for the simple fact that I was around him period. She hated that he was bringing me around his friends.
By Amanda J Mollett8 years ago in Humans
Is Hope Hopeless?
As long as I can remember, I've had this internal picture within my brain. In it, I am sat at a breakfast bar in what I assume is my kitchen. It's a clean, modern room. The sun is delicately warming my face. It's early morning, but I'm not tired. I clearly had a good night sleep and am reading the newspaper with a small glass of juice and a steaming cup of coffee perched beside my hand. Raspberry jam lays neatly on some toast that has been hovering around my mouth for a good few moments as the black and white pages of the newspaper captivate my interest. There is a half tied tie hanging down from my neck and my hair is still damp from the morning shower.
By Wyn Vrielinck8 years ago in Humans