Descriptive Essay About Love

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

You know by now that I struggle with many mental health issues, including Borderline Personality Disorder. It’s so important because it coincides with the sad truth of our reality and why I’m so sorry. It was that fact that I had a choice in my actions but I didn’t bother to try. I didn’t try to control my fears, my idealization and devaluation, my poor self esteem, my impulsive, threatening and manipulating behavior, my anger and suicidal tendencies. I didn’t attempt to get better and heal. Therefore I continued to ignore your feelings, and I continued with my persistent selfish mentality of “I’d rather you get hurt, than get hurt myself.” So in a blink of an eye, our innocent relationship turned emotionally abusive.

I don’t regret you. It’s foolish to regret someone you once loved. It shows your weak character, and it’s exhausting trying to lie to yourself constantly, trying to bury an emotion that will forever resurrect, and to deny a feeling so real is pure criminal. Love doesn’t die; it just changes forms. With time, it matures to something unbreakable –a combination of understanding, friendship, and loyalty. You taught me everything there is to know about love, and I cherish it. You made me stronger. I may never love you again in that same way,

We’re all fodder r and unique in our own way. To move on and stop the feeling of a biredn holding us back. Is really important and it’s part of growing and learning.

Losing you has changed me in so many ways. I wish I could go back in time and have a conversation with you about this. I get it now. I get the look in your eyes when you would look at me so earnestly and tell me that I had to put myself first. That unimportant things didn’t matter. That life was short. It weighed on you every.single.day. and god I wish I could have grabbed your shoulders and looked you square in the eye and told you that I got it. For you to have been seen and understood 100% in that moment. But life only makes sense in hindsight.

Hey...it’s me, Zach. Remember the year and a half I wasted on you, thinking you were the one for me? I used to be so in love with you. You used to make me feel so good, and I just don’t know what happened. We were extremely happy in the beginning, but I guess that’s just how it goes. Two people meet and they decide that they love each other, they give their all, but what comes with that is losing yourself. You put so much of yourself into another person to make them happy, and for a little while they do the same. Like you did...you used to love me. You used to be there for me when I’d have anxiety attacks late at night about whether or not we’d stay together. You would comfort me and tell me that you weren’t going anywhere. You were just always there, and I guess I took that for granted.

No matter, how many times you and your man fight, when the time comes for you to end the relationship, you feel as though you have lost a part of you. It is difficult to cope with this situation, and the painful inner conflict that your heart is going through makes it even worse. Your brain tries in vain to convince your heart that there was a good reason for the breakup, and it is time to look ahead and forget the past. But, your heart turns a blind eye to all the good reasons, and only cries for a reunion with your other half.

I guess. I just have to come to the conclusion, as hard for me as it is… I have to forget about you. I can't keep living like this… not when you mean so much to me and its hurting me more and more each second.

Do you remember your last break up? It’s kinda hard and frustrating, right? The feeling that you’re just had enough with everything. The feeling of finally cutting ties with someone you thought you could be with for eternity. You really don’t want to feel that certain feeling when your heart felt heavy and your ears felt warm as you realized that everything is finally over.

You’re making yourself fool again you’re assuming that doing something else will make you forget him/her. Remember, you’ll not forget him/her, you’ll just accept the fact that it’s over. It’s okay for you if he/she is the topic of the conversation, you also laugh if there’s a joke delivered about her. At least in this point you’re not always visiting her timeline on Facebook you’re not cursing his/her new love one and you can also avoid messaging him/her, you’re not listening to sad songs too much & you’re not too dramatic when watching heart-melting movies. And then rebuilding, you’ll feel that just a little more, you will be alright. Here, you want to make new friends, hang out with other people and try different things without fooling yourself. You can see the world without him/her, but suddenly, you’ll remember everything again. No matter how hard we to try to avoid there’s such thing that will hold you and slow you down to move

I’m done. I can’t do this back and forth thing anymore. You cheat, I forgive. It’s a never ending cycle. It’s gotten to the point where you bring me more sadness and anger than happiness and joy. All my friends say that you’re toxic and that there was no way to change you but I took that as a challenge. I’m now realizing that they’re right. There’s nothing I can do to change you. I’m sorry I had to do this over text, but I know if I tried to do it in person I’d back out, like I always do. I always fall for those perfect blue eyes of yours and that perfect little smirk. I’m sorry for wasting your time, but I can’t do this anymore. I deserve someone who genuinely loves me and cares for me and at this point I’ve realized that you aren’t that person.

I cried rivers for at least a year. Rejection bleeds into insecurity and the fear of inadequacy. What if no one ever likes me again? This question plagued my mind every day and night for several months after having my naive heart stomped on by a high school boy. At this point in my life I realize that it’s permitted to lament the loss of someone who once knew my thoughts at the hours of the day no sane person is awake. I disclosed some of my deepest secrets to him, I let him know me like I let no one else, and I lost him. It is valid for me to cry no matter what anyone else

Youre such a passive aggressive prick you know that? I was reading my diary the other day, and yeah I keep one of those, kinda, point being that weeks before our argument I noticed that you had been drifting and that I was scared, I was scared of you not caring anymore. Isnt that fucking ironic. You didn’t say anything Bryce, you sent no texts but so many bloody mixed messages….

Anyway, I thought about you and your everything that I am not. Maybe that’s why it hurts me so much. It hurts me he did something I told him he will never do. He found a better one. And I don’t have a problem to admit that. Maybe you see me as you opponent but please don’t, because it is not true.

By the way you treated me in our relationship, I was physically and emotionally not attracted to you. Being with you made me miserable, and once again I feel the same way by your thoughtless demands on my time.