Finding Closure: Post Breakup Messages

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

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.

Sometimes, all I can do is lie in bed and hope to drift away to sleep before I fall apart. I can’t seem to get you off my mind. Your love was the only real thing in my small world.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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.

Did we have to end what we shared? Did we have to let go of each other? What is the meaning of life if I don’t have you by my side?

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 always thought love was the answer to every problem, but now I know that it isn’t. All I want is to be with someone who can make me feel loved. But you weren’t that person.

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.

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!

I’m trying not to think about this. I thought I would have moved on by now, but it’s harder than I ever imagined. The thought of living without you kills me.

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

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.