Sometimes you can’t be with the one you love for a myriad of reasons.
I never stopped loving my ex, and vice versa, but the practical circumstances of our relationship changed, and we just could not stay together.
We touch base by phone every couple of years, because seeing each other would be too hard. He’s married now and has taken on her children, and I think he’s happy.
No doubt there’s someone else out there for me too, but in the meantime I’m still holding out for a rugby playing fireman with intelligence and sense of humour enough to appear on QI or Have I Got News For You.
It’s a hard way to come home
You’ve got me on my knees
The walls are tumbling down
They’re falling like the leaves
The days turned into months and years
I can’t forget that you were here
I feel your presence everywhere
In the corner over there
love is a weird thing cos it makes you have:and go: through so many different feelings at once its so exsausting but amazing at the same time.i feel like that with my man now and i have never felt like it before.i didont love my ex husband and i knew that before i married him…nevermind we all do stupid things…
i dont realy know wat i was going to right…but when it hits you you love it
and when they love you in return and for all your stupid ways and thing its magic!!!
I think too many people “love” others for what they can provide for them and thats it!!!
I’m not in love, haven’t been for years and don’t think i will for a while yet either, too selfish to share my life (and bikes ) with someone else. Not bitter just been told too many lies over the past 3 years and trusted guys again too soon who went on to tell me more lies. I don’t trust anyone at the moment apart from myself.
Not sure I ever can trust again to be honest or ever want to.
well this is really hard for me to say but here goes: My first love was when i was at school in the 5th form. This lad Called Michael joined our class from Oxford, he had just moved down and we struck up a really goos friendship, as time progressed i got invited to stay at his house one summer for a few days while his mum and dad were away, and we spent that time getting to know one another,
we had a secret relationship for 2 years until one day he broke it off cos he couldnt stand the guilty feelings he was getting, Trouble was at 16 your mind is playing all kinds of games, and you dont know what you want, but one thing for certain i did want him.
I didnt hear from him again untill 2 years ago, by this point it had been 5 years, and we met up. I was really emotional as i had so many unanswered questions i needed to ask him.
Since then we have kept in some sort of contact as mates, i have since met someone else and thats going ok, but i still think about Mike a lot.
This is a tricky one to answer, so it’ll probably be a bit garbled
Yes, I was most definitely in love with someone called Gareth. We were together for one and a half years, having met the first day we started uni. He died in a car accident on the M4 on the way to Swansea, to go to a friend’s funeral.
I don’t know whether it’s because we were so well suited, or whether we were still in the stage of the relationship where neither of us could do any wrong, but I did love him very deeply and, I imagine, always will in my own way.
That’s not to say I’m not happy and haven’t moved on, though