A Lost Goodnight for Broken Boys

Thank you for letting my go, for finally ending the pain you knew I had always felt when it came to loving you. I hope you were aware of how difficult it was for me to give you the type of love you so heavily demanded. I was only destroying myself, tearing my soul apart, piece by piece, just to put a smile on your face. Thank you for finally realizing that you have to work on yourself first. I am not and never was capable of doing that for you—no one else is. It was about time you'd decided to end the nights spent crying and the days spent fighting.

Feeble, isolation and dreaded anticipation. I will describe my sadness as death by a thousand paper cuts. For every time I remember that my little boy is leaving me, possibly forever, another cut is sliced across my already weakened heart. None are enough to kill me, but powerful enough to deeply scar. My stinging heart clenches at the thought of the risk that he is putting himself up to. Slowly, I lift my trembling hand with the sellotape bandage wrapped around it, and limply brush off as many white cat hairs as possible. Holding back the temptation to graze my nose across the tip of his and run a hand through the gelled blackthorns of his hair. I attempted to distract myself by smoothening out the creases in the uniform. Can’t the clocks

When you’re asleep, the pain stops. There are no thoughts or ideas that run through your brain, you are emotionless. I wish I could feel like that now, all the thoughts start to get to you’re head. At times I wish that I could end it, just to stop the pain. But I need to stay alive, to make sure they’re all okay. Afterwards, I can do as I like but right now, they are my main priority. I can't lose them, they are my one and only family. If they’re gone, then i'm nobody. I just need to go, the longer I wait the more I put myself at risk. Even though I hate myself for what i’ve done, I still need to stay

I needed to hear that, I could of settle down. Getting impatient with me just makes me more hesitant, even if you said that in some way being angry just makes me scared of you.Tone matters Jerson, you should know that. You want me to follow you to New York you have to be willing to repeat things over and over again. I still have Cynthia and my Mom repeat to me over and over again I’m doing the right thing by not talking to you. I did not want to stop being by your side Jerson but I needed some time to myself to get better. You were my better half and this month felt like I was walking around like a huge part of me had died inside. I have given you some much of myself that I don’t even function without you. When we fight and don’t solve things in the same day, I completely impactable of thinking about anything.I know you’re stressed out about your situation and you take it out on me. I know you’re upset with yourself that you can’t completely trust me but I can’t be your punching bag right now. I can’t take any more verbal beat downs and I can’t jump into a situation without a better plan then “ If you love me, you would just come here” or “ I’ll do it but you have to come here first”. I couldn’t get over there until summer, you couldn’t even give me a bone by saying you’ll try and get something done before then? One thing off the list? Jerson, I didn’t not want you to come during January. I

My feelings went out the door, replaced with the adrenaline rushing through my veins. Red blood staining everything. Tears crawl down my face. Vision blurred, slowly blacking. Too much feeling, maybe I’ll just sleep here tonight.

I’m doing fine, thanks for asking. My life would have never turned out this way if I was still with you, I have a family that loves me, cares for me, and provides for me. All those things that you never did. I don’t have any words to describe the amount of hatred I developed for you, I hope you’ve forgiven me for leaving you, but you probably don’t remember why anyway. Just know that I can’t ever forgive

She couldn't do this to herself anymore. This was the last time, she knew it. Not just because she wanted to end things but because she could see it written all across his face. He was finally ending things as well. "I know." he started, his words soft and sad. "I love you, Coby and I always will but I am about to have a family. " Now he looked away from her. She merely nodded but stayed absolutely silent. "Things could have been different but.." he cut himself off but she knew what he meant, if she would have said yes to his proposal. She mentally kicked herself, she should have just married her and it would their children he called family. In that moment she felt so many emotions that she knew she was about to break, she needed to get out of there before she began crying. "We need to be strictly professional for now on." he finally said after a moment, braking the silence that filled the cruiser. "I know" she replied but she could hear her own voice break. She needed to get out of there right now and so for the last time, she leaned across the cruiser and places a kiss on his cheek. "I love you, too." She said before slipping out of the car, leaving him sitting

He nodded his head and had this surprised look on his face. I waited for him to answer or say anything, but all he did was walk away from me. I sat there in disbelief. How could he not say anything? Not even a “good job Allison” or “I’m proud of you”. I walked upstairs getting ready for bed, not even talking to the rest of my family. I felt like a big, fat disappointment that didn’t deserve to be apart of this family. I cried myself to sleep, muffling the whimpers. What did I deserve?

From day one I always knew you weren't like the rest and there was much more beneath your surface. You have more to offer in every single aspect of your life and everyone and anyone who knows you are endlessly inspired by just being in your presence. I often find myself wondering why it has been so hard for me to move on and I realized that unique things are special because they cannot be replicated, but since they cannot be replicated unique things don't satisfy like the last. You are my last Abby. Time is going to pass and you will find yourself so happy with someone else and create all new memories with them and I couldn't be happier for you. Who knew that love could be one of the cruelest things to happen to a person, but I have become my own worst enemy for my actions. Some of my best memories are the ones with you in it. I could sit here and write to you all day, but there is no amount of time or embarrassment I could save you and I cannot begin to express how deeply sorry I am for every single second I have made you waste. I'd love to be writing a different story for us, but I just wanted to say how grateful I am for

Once I made it to the vanity area, I reached for the pearl necklace that was resting on top of a tower of novels. Gently brushing her hair to one side of her frame, I clasped the strand of pearls around her neck. “I know that our marriage did not sprout organically but my love for you grows stronger each day as I stand next to you. I love you. I know that you love me too. If either one of us commits an act of foolishness- perhaps an act of betrayal- then it is only fair to share. It is absurd to keep secrets from each other. If we want our marriage to be fruitful, we shall not be distant from each other- especially with a child that is due to be premature! For the baby”, I said with suspicion in my

“Did you leave yet, he asked?” I said, “No, I’m still packing. My thoughts silently raced, as I quickly glanced around the room at the mess I had to clean up before I left in the morning. I exclaimed, “Love you, I have to go I can’t talk now; I want to get done here. The bond between a mother and a son filled my heart when he said, “I love you, mom, and I can’t wait to see you, please call me when you leave.

I’ve preserved thee with the warmth of my heart, I long for the embrace with arms spread wide apart. These’re unspoken words smeared with my tears, I’ve colour’d thee not just in days but years. I’ve told whatever I have to tell you; It’s to you whether to accept or bid adieu.

"Gakupo, we can't keep this up." Jia croaked, tears raining down on her face. "He's going to get killed because of us-" Gakupo gritted his teeth, avoiding the broken glass surrounding the cradle to comfort the infant. "He won't." Gakupo said firmly holding the baby to his shoulder. "We were stupid to think we could do this," she sighed. "Why did we do this?" She said, peeking at their son. Turning around he kissed her gently, "Because we were in love." Kissing her again he added, "because we are in love." A small smile spread onto her face. "And I love you."

Some take life for granted, while others suffer. The novel, Night, by Elie Wiesel, contains heart-wrenching as well as traumatic themes. The novel unfolds through the eyes of a Jewish boy named Eliezer, who incurs the true satanic nature of the Nazis. As the Nazis continue to commit inhumane acts of discrimination, three powerful themes arise: religion, night, and memory.

I hate seeing you like this, all cords and tubes and machines, with no you - I hate it. The kids can't wrap their heads around this whole thing. They keep asking me why you haven't come home yet, and I keep telling them you won’t be - but they don’t - they don’t understand that these tubes are the only thing keeping your body alive. I don’t want to believe it either. I wish I could have done something – anything, but it happened so quickly all I could do was watch you die in front of my eyes. And now I can’t stop seeing it. Every time I close my eyes my mind replays the moment in my head like it’s stuck on replay in slow motion – or sped up to speeds where I’m even more helpless than I was before. It’s like it’s trying to tell me something,