Finding Closure: Post Breakup Messages

I liked you. I thought you liked me. Turns out you didn’t, and I’m just hanging out here wondering what happened. I still like you though, not that it matters.

This heartbreak and any other disappointment is just part of life. I thought I had found my soulmate, but it turns out you were just another lesson.

If one day you realize I haven’t talked to you in a while, it’s not that I don’t care, it’s because you pushed me away and left me there.

Losing you was the worst thing that could happen to me. I’ve gotten used to it but I still wake up to full consciousness each day remembering what we had.

The Worst Thing About Falling For Someone Is Thinking They Will Catch You In Their Arms But Instead They Watch You Fall And Hit The Ground… Broken.

You broke my heart into a million pieces. As I gather the broken remains of yesterday, I discover that breathing itself has become painful.

This heartbreak has made my heart wiser; Now I don't trust anyone so easily.

I said I am over you, But every time my phone vibrates my heart still wishes it’s a call from you! Why did that happen to me?

The worst thing in life is to end up with people that make you feel all alone.

You were my first love, Oh, what a naive person I was! I couldn't see through your facade of lies.

I never thought I would feel so complete with someone. You were the sole definition of love. Now that you are gone, I feel so empty!

People say heartbreak is the most painful thing, it is right. The pain is unbearable. I am lying here helplessly, searching for a way to get over you.

I don’t understand why destiny allowed some people to meet… when there’s no way for them to be together…

Every day I see you in my dream. I see you smiling, talking with me. It feels so real that sometimes I think you are still here. It’s not easy for me to forget you.

I opened my heart for you, but what I received is pain.

Part of me aches at the thought of you being so close yet so untouchable.

The saddest thing is when you are feeling real down, you look around and realize that there is no shoulder for you.

I’m proud of my heart. It’s been played, stabbed, cheated, burned, and broken…but somehow still works.