I agree completely with cyanidesun.  I have had some experience in relationships with this.  Burying memories does nothing but bring the memories back in a flood thats very hard to fight off.  After heartbreak i try to heal and be happy with myself, because i feel its not fair to the other people i could be in relationships with, since i can't give them my whole heart.

And maybe you cant find someone who knows exactly how you feel all the time like in literature, but love can happen in many ways on many levels of depth

High school relationships suck. But high school relationships will always suck from the time I am fifteen to the time I am eighteen, I am not the first to make this statement you have to understand that we are what we are. But because I’m in high school you must realize that it’s all I have for now and a girl’s gotta have some fun sometimes, so I set my mind to the fact that hurting will be routine and to get over my melodramatic blubbering mess of a self. The first three days of my very first break up ever I spent crying and crying and I froze spoons in the fridge to make the swelling go down so my mom wouldn’t notice. But then I hoped she wouldn’t notice the spoons. I cried in his arms for a total of three hours, he cried once and not for very long and I hate to admit that it made me stop and I almost smiled. I’m sure this may be one of the meanest things I’ve ever done, the fact that I was happy for his stress and hurt. That’s high school, sick love, stress, and hurt.

He couldn’t have been happy when I cried, he wiped my tears and told me he hated to see my like this. I am a terrible person. I tried to punch him in the stomach at first but he looked at me as if I’d hurt his feelings and it was so strange and all my weak little self could do was fall into his shoulder and stain his shirt with tears. It’s hard to be friends, it’s impossible to be friends but not because I hate him. No way, hating him is unimaginable, it’s useless, impervious, please lets stop talking about it. What I want to know is how do two people that loved each other and spent a lot of time wishing they were together for almost an entire eight months, then spending everyday together for an entire summer just suddenly become friends even when they still want to go on loving each other? 

This is the boy I almost gave everything to because I wanted to be his everything. And it’s the stupidest sounding thing in the world, I know, and I didn’t think people our age were even capable of loving each other but they are. It’s just there, it’s right in front of us so how can we not embrace it in a way that will make us dizzy with laughter. It’s that simple isn’t it? Other wise why on earth would his favorite dress be stained with the stupid tears he made me cry? That’s why I kiss him on the cheek but I kind of miss and get the edge of his lips and our friends are standing next to us, shoulder to shoulder, back to back waiting for a concert, is this weird? I can feel their eyes on me in hidden shock and I wonder what they think. Actually they’re probably not shocked, they think the whole thing is stupid and that we’ll perhaps get back together. 

I just hope he somehow knows that I’m still in love with him, I want to whisper it to him but I don’t and I regret it for the second time. Only I know he’s still in love with me too because later he grasps my waste and I think I’m confused, am i? No, because it never felt like we ended, I hardly notice his arm, later I think I imagined it, I wish I had counted the number of seconds his warm arm was there because I don’t even recall when or how he pulled it away. And then when the concert ends he wants to hang out but confusion is so far beyond what I’m feeling. We’re not getting back together, it sucks, of course. But I kissed him and he held my waist like he used to. I go home and decide, this is the way it is and I smile. I don’t cry, why don’t I cry? I don’t know, it’s weird, someone needs to tell me why I’m not crying for God’s sake! But then I know why, it’s because neither of us know what in the hell we’re doing and this is the most complicated thing in the world, only in an easy second I’ll let myself find a way to make it simple, to find a pleasure in hurting. Like kissing his cheek the way friends do. Wait, friends don’t do that in America. We’re just two heart broken teenagers in sick love who have no idea what they’re doing. Damn, love is so stupid, why didn’t anyone ever tell me this? 

I really liked this, 

ps. i was wondering if you could maybe check out some of my work?? thank you sooo very much (:

i loved t his one its amazing heres a story/poem i wrote that i would like sharing

Words left unsaid

Words left unsaid are words waiting to be silently heard

Although I always wanted to find the right words to speak to him

I realized its okay for things to just take their course

And if he was willing to talk to me don’t worry I won’t ignore you

But you know I have a lot of thoughts, feelings, and emotions

That I have to deal with too

And i have been thinking if

 I could form the right sentences

To tell you what I am feeling

However no words come close

to what I'm describing

I just want you to understand me

And all I have to offer

Sometimes I find myself

 Loosing track of time

Waiting to know that words unsaid

Are words crying out

Silently waiting to be heard

i'm sorry but i'd just like to comment that spending time to completely type out words saves other people a lot of time. thank you. But yes, i know. It's only an option that works for some people. Even exceptions have exceptions

okay!

good luck!

<3