Anonymous broken hearts mailbox

I literally ran away from my ex 4 months ago. He was cruel to me, I don't miss him at all, and it was the best decision of my life, one that made me stronger and more confident. I recovered quickly. But I'm alone now. And I really want to love and be loved, I want a family. And it's especially painful to be alone on the days when every corner reminds you of the joys of romantic love.

And on this holiday I just want to remind myself and other people going through the same thing: needing love is nothing to be ashamed of, and being sad about your loneliness is nothing to be ashamed of either. You can buy a tub of ice cream on this day and cry as much as you want.

I've loved him for almost 7 years. The feeling is mutual. But he has a family he won't leave, and I don't want to be the one who takes a father away from his child.

He is my soulmate, but our timelines crossed too late.

My heart has been broken for almost 7 years.

My heart broke, and not for the first time, exactly a week before February 14.

I meet someone, and I think I've finally found the one I'll feel cozy and comfortable with, without the madness of feelings, without dependency and pain. But then he dumps me, saying I'm "not the one," not "special" enough. Being with me is just nice and comfortable, but where are the "special feelings"? And there aren't any.

And no one has ever had "special" feelings for me.

And I have never been "the one."

I'm just ordinary.

I'm writing this in floods of tears, hoping I can glue my broken heart back together. My most ordinary heart, not special, but the only one I have.

Sometimes you love someone, and they don't love you back. Not because they're a bad person or you're a bad person, but simply because they don't love you.

And you so badly want to come up with a million reasons and a million excuses, but you just have to learn to live with this unrequited love inside you.

Of course, it breaks your heart, but it also heals it a lot, if you look at the situation from another angle.

So loving is great, even if your heart is broken.

We broke up a little over a year ago. And since then I haven't been into anyone.

I remember the reasons the relationship ended, but I didn't want this breakup, because I believed everything can be solved through mutual effort. But the breakup happened, and I keep thinking about this person with tenderness. Every now and then we run into each other at shared get-togethers, and every time I catch myself with impulsive urges to talk to him or kiss him. I know it's time to move on, but I really am not into anyone else, even though there's no shortage of potential admirers.

I feel lousy at the thought that I'm obsessed, although objectively that's not the case. It will all pass, because it has passed more than once before, but time drags on for so long...

Exactly a year ago I started liking a guy. For a whole year I was swinging back and forth, thinking I was imagining it all, being drawn to him, wanting to get to know him better. Many people probably know this situation, when you're sure the person likes you too, but at the same time they don't really show it.

The whole situation really wore me out. I really wanted certainty. Yes means yes, no means no. And I knew exactly what he would say: "I like you, but I'm not ready for a relationship right now." That's why it was hard to start the conversation.

I heard exactly what I expected. I'm a ten, and I deserve someone who openly expresses their intentions and feelings. I deserve someone who wants to be with me, who wants to know me better than anyone.

Love yourselves! Remember that you are enough! That you deserve everything you want! And it will all happen, for sure.

It was my first, sincere love, my first relationship. I thought I'd have one man, one husband, my whole life, but alas, that didn't happen. These thoughts hurt a lot; my rose-colored glasses shattered with the lenses facing inward. But it was even more painful to be in a relationship where I wasn't valued and was used.

Still, I remember that thrill, those emotions... Alas, I've never felt that again, that kind of childlike love.

Afterwards, of course, there were relationships, more than one, and there were feelings too, but it just wasn't the same...

Of course, I don't care about my ex anymore, but I miss the girl I was then, naive and loving.

The wound from that story has healed a little, but I'm afraid that as soon as a person from the past appears on the horizon, I'll fall into the dopamine pit again.

Things seemed not so bad: we traveled, we texted, and then one day he just said we weren't right for each other.

This relationship was like an emotional swing, only for some reason I was the one who got hit on the head by the seat. We stayed friends. That mattered more to me: a kind of "vaccine" against feelings. And him? He's just getting on with his life. Time has healed me, but I don't know how long I'll hold out. I'd like to leave everything as it is, but who knows what life, the screenwriter, has in store?

Listen, I think my heart has actually healed.

Thank you to my friends, who patched up all my wounds and literally nursed me back to health when I was completely broken.