Psychology claims that if two past lovers can remain just friends, it’s either they are still in love or never were.
—  Ana Stumpf
Why lovers can’t be friends.

When you break up with a person, you don’t lose just one person.
You lose a lot.
You lose a lot of things, a lot of people.
They take away the moments you spent with them.
They take away that time you put in to build that kind of life.
They take away friends -their friends whom you had started liking and some who had become good friends.
They take away those songs you used to listen when you were together.
Those lanes where you used to walk.
Those movies you watched with them. And the ones which you didn’t but were going to.
They take away the person you had become when you were with them. Your identity you had associated yourself with. You were theirs for so long- being someone else’s was a part of your identity.
They take away those small things you had saved- now you have no use of the ticket from your first movie or the gift wrappers you managed to save.
They take away those smiles you smiled when someone teased you with their name.
They take away those Facebook tags and photos and status updates which are now meaningless.
They take away those tears, because you will never cry for the same things again, not for another person.
And with all this they take themselves away making sure that you hate some of the things you loved including them.
- Ridhima Shukla

Never will I forget
the times we both shared
as we gaze the perfect sunset
sharing love and tender care.

Those cheesy late night talks,
all those slow but romantic walks.
Those long and meaningful letters
have never failed to give me shivers.

But destiny was never on our side,
and your love suddenly died.
I consoled my broken heart,
shedding tears as we part.

My heart was left astray;
I was filled with self-disdain
For you utterly walked away,
leaving me hanging and in great pain.

How could you hurt someone
after all the efforts she has done?
How could you be so heartless
to the one whose love was relentless?

You splintered my heart open,
you made me cry often.
But though you tattered me into pieces,
you’re still part of my 11:11 wishes.

To The One Who Broke My Heart Into Pieces

I love you. I loved you. And I will always love you. You were my better half, you were everything I’ve ever wanted, you were my ultimate crush but what hurts most was you were my best friend.

I remember every single memories we had. I still remember how we started as friends and how we ended up being together and being one of the best couples in town (lol).

Everything reminds me of you. Foods, places, songs—everything. Everything just seems to connect me to the memories of you, of us. Memories; what a wretched word that is, huh? Yes, wretched. Because all I have left now are memories of us.

You left. You just left without any prior notice. You just left me because you felt like you were taken for granted. How about me? How about what I felt? Was our relationship that shallow for you to give up? Am I not worth fighting for? Am I not enough for you to stay? Was our love not that strong to conquer every obstacles?

I love you. I gave everything to you. My mind, my heart and my soul but where are you right now? Gone. While here I am still longing for you, hoping and praying the you’ll come running back to me because when that happens I will stupidly welcome you with open arms because no matter heartaches and pain you have given me you’re still the one I want to be with for the rest of my life. I still see my future with you, I still want to fulfill our plans and dreams together.

So please, come back. I love you with all my heart though you broke it into pieces and ironically, you’re still the only one who can put it back together.