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Chiang Mai

We met at a students Valentine's Day party, the connection was immediate. She came into my life at its lowest point. 

I had just lost my company and was heavily in debt, working 2 jobs I really hated to pay back my loan.

She didn't care. She adored me and loved me blindly and unconditionally, she was the only positive thing in my life and she kept me going.

One evening we were in the Metro, getting a pizza for a movie night at home. A guy we didn't know approached us and asked if we are a couple. Defensively I said yes, and asked why does he wish to know? He said "your love feels so special so I wanted to give you this".

He handed us a torn first page of a book he was reading, on which he drew us, and wished all the best.

We were so touched and amazed we didn't know what to say.

She was my soulmate, my best friend, lover and the love of my life. That's why I broke up with her.

My life at the time felt like a sinking ship, and I didn't want her to go down with me. She was accepted into a good university abroad, but was about to give up her dreams in order to support me, and wouldn't listen to me when I told her to go.

So I broke up with her, and broke her heart.

About 4 months later when I almost lost my life in a work accident, I contacted her and told her the accident made me rethink my life, and I would move abroad to support her like she supported me. She told me I am couple of months too late. She has moved on, has a new relationship and she doesn't want me in her life.

I couldn't find the strength to throw the drawing away.

I never stopped loving her for a moment, and I'm happy for her, and hope that some day I will find some as amazing as she was.


A drawing of us made by a stranger in the train

I am a 70-year-old woman from Yerevan, the capital of Armenia. I visited Zagreb back in 1967 and the city is very close to my heart. When I found out from a local newspaper that there exists the Museum of Broken Relationships, I was sad and happy at the same time.
This is a postcard that was inserted through the slit of my door a long time ago by our neighbours’ son. He had been in love with me for three years.

Following the old Armenian tradition, his parents came to our home to ask for my hand. My parents refused saying that their son did not deserve me.
They left angry and very disappointed.
The same evening their son drove his car off a cliff...

A postcard

14.5 years, 4 countries and 3 rings. I lost the first ring down a drain and he replaced it. I broke the second one trying to bend it back into shape and he replaced it. I looked after the third one exceptionally well, realizing how important this must be to him. He left me.


2 Claddagh rings

She was the first woman that I let move in with me. All my friends thought I needed to learn to let people in more. A few months after she moved in, I was offered to travel to the US. She could not come along. At the airport we said goodbye in tears, and she was assuring me she could not survive three weeks without me. I returned after three weeks, and she said: “I fell in love with someone else. I have known her for just 4 days, but I know that she can give me everything that you cannot.”

I was banal and asked about her plans regarding our life together. The next day she still had no answer, so I kicked her out. She immediately went on holiday with her new girlfriend while her furniture stayed with me. Not knowing what to do with my anger, I finally bought this axe at Karstadt to blow off steam and to give her at least a small feeling of loss – which she obviously did not have after our break-up.

In the 14 days of her holiday, every day I axed one piece of her furniture. I kept the remains there, as an expression of my inner condition. The more her room filled with chopped furniture acquiring the look of my soul, the better I felt. Two weeks after she left, she came back for the furniture. It was neatly arranged into small heaps and fragments of wood. She took that trash and left my apartment for good. The axe was promoted to a therapy instrument.


An Exe Axe

He gave Snoopy to me on my 17th birthday.
We had fallen in love six months earlier, on October 5, 1981.
Thirty years down the line, we had three sons, a house etc. 
He fell in love with another woman and he chose her... 
He broke my heart. Telling me that he hadn’t really loved me in those 30 years. 
I just don’t understand.

A plush Snoopy

You talked to me of love and presented me with small gifts every day; this is just one of them. The key to the heart. You turned my head; you just did not want to sleep with me. I realized just how much you loved me only after you died of AIDS.

A key - bottle opener

It was 1959, I was ten, T. was eleven. We were very much in love. When I told my mother we had gone skinny dipping in the canal, I got my ears boxed and was sent to spend the rest of the school holidays with an aunt. When I was fifteen, we had more wonderful times together until he moved to Germany with his parents. Our goodbye came with many tears and promises. We would write every week and never marry anyone else.

It was 1998 and I had just stopped working in prostitution. I wanted to write a book about S&M and was going to work for a dominatrix for a few weeks. On the second day, the dominatrix allowed me to belittle and whip a client. First I made him lick my stilettos. Because he wasn’t submissive enough and had the nerve to address me with ‘mistress’ (instead of ‘high mistress’), I wanted to whip him harder. And that was when I recognised him, 'T., is that you?' He was startled and stood up. At once we were back in 1966. He told me he had the desire to be submissive because his father had often beaten him as a child. T. was now in his second marriage, and he wanted to make it work. It was better we never saw each other again. After a few hours we said our goodbyes, and he asked, 'Can I keep one of your stilettos as a memento?' When he walked out the door, it felt like my stiletto-less foot was no longer mine. 

A stiletto shoe

In 2002, when I was still young and innocent, I spent November and December in Vancouver, Canada, to improve my English so I could subsequently study a semester at a university in New Zealand. Three weeks before I left, a girl from Brazil arrived and... I really fell in love for the first time in my life. It was complicated: I was confused, she had a boyfriend in Brazil... Nonetheless, she was the sincerest and the most naturally warm-hearted girl I had ever met. 

I returned to Switzerland heartbroken. I was devastated. Being Swiss, I liked watches and so, in addition to the watch on my left wrist showing local (Swiss) time, I put another watch on my right wrist showing her time. Even though I was constantly thinking of her (she had returned to Brazil), I stuck to my plan and went to New Zealand for six months. 

When I came back, I had gotten used to wearing two watches and kept doing so. I was always wearing them – when swimming, sleeping, pretty much all the time except when going through security checks. Now, whenever I travelled, I had both Swiss and the local time on my watches. It became a reminder that people in various places in the world had also taken a place in my heart.

One day the watch broke down. I took it off but couldn’t fall asleep that night, so I put it back on again and fell asleep. Hence, I kept wearing the broken watch and it slowly continued to disintegrate. Water got into it; sand got into it; scratches accumulated on the glass until it cracked and started falling out bit by bit; the face plate followed suit; the inner parts eroded... The left wrist remained exact Swiss time; the right wrist showed the slow changes in life.

My friends didn’t like the watch and would tell me to take it off or joke that one day they would hack off my hand and throw it out the window along with the watch. The poor guys had to listen to the story of the watch whenever we met new people who curiously noticed it. Some could tell the story so well themselves that people got confused whether it had happened to them (telling the story) or me (wearing the watch). Girls I met would also learn the story. Some were intrigued, others weren’t amused. I kept wearing it anyway. It had grown on me.

I visited the Museum of Broken Relationships in Zagreb twice in the last two years and really liked it. However, I found a lot of the stories rather sad (naturally, one would think). So, I thought I’d send you this watch that has now accompanied me for 15 years as a sign that even when a love story ends, we can continue to draw happiness and beautiful memories from it and give it new meaning over time. 
 
What became of the Brazilian girl it all started with? She is living happily in Brazil. I met her when I travelled there in 2013, and we write to one another from time to time. I still think she is an amazing person and I’m happy that our paths had crossed in 2002. 

Watch

He had another woman. He couldn’t make me his number 1; I couldn’t stand being his number 2.

Number 2

Mom left when I was 3. This is one of the few Christmas gifts she has given me.

Frogs

He gave me this piggy when we met on student exchange in the US.
It was just a joke over how much he loves bacon and me never wanting to taste it as my heritage forbids it. 
Many evenings we spent together at home drinking some wine and cooking dinner. Loving and annoying each other.
What goes first in the pan?!
Enriching each other with family memories and favourite foods.
How different our habits and clothes were, how different our food from Israel to Denmark. And yet we are so much the same.

We loved each other purely and deeply, we loved our differences and we both knew that was part of our charm.
Imagining our children was like imagining how it would feel to win the lottery. But for me it was too hard to change my path, to hurt my parents who only wished for me to be happy, with a Jewish boy.
I made the wrong decision; one that was not fully and consciously my own.
Here I am standing, 27 years old, like a toddler learning to walk, I’m learning I can make my own decisions in life, fully...
Only now do I know, falling in love has changed my destiny and for this I am grateful.

Maybe I evolved too late for this wonderful, wonderful person but I know it’s never too late to change.

I’m giving you a glimpse at my piggy and a taste of our story, hoping we will all have the courage to consciously make our own decisions and the will to stand behind them.

I will always follow my heart!

A little rubber piggy

She gave it to me as a remembrance before I left.
I never did get why she gave a magnifying glass nor did she ever explain what it meant.

But she always said she felt “small” whenever she was around me.

A magnifying glass

I waited almost 40 years to learn the meaning of the word love. Unfortunately, the intensity of our emotions carried us from one extreme to another. When we loved one another, we loved without holding back. When we fought, we fought till it hurt. Thanks to her I climbed a tree for the first time in my life, and I did it at a time when my children were climbing trees. We enjoyed making each other's dreams come true. Each dream fulfilled was a joy to both of us. She knew that as a child I'd always wanted a car with pedals. But I never had one.
I was over forty when one was given to me. She went for a walk with her sister and there it was, next to a trash container. They brought it back to the apartment, put it in the tub and washed it. They decorated it with little flowers and wrote my name, their nicknames and the date on its wheels. This car represents our love. It shows that when two people truly love one another, no dream is left unfulfilled. 

A Child's Pedal Car

D.'s stomach had a particular arrangement of body hair that made his belly button prone to collecting lint. Occasionally, he'd extract a piece and stick it to my body, which was sweaty after sex. One day, angry he'd disrupted the heavy charge that lingered in the wake of an orgasm, I met his oddity with my own: I put the lint in a small baggie and concealed it away in the drawer of my bedside table. 
Our relationship was tumultuous; as off-again as it was ever on. From time to time, he would remind me that he wasn't really in love, but I blithely ignored the warning. He gave me his lint, after all.

Belly button lint

When I moved out, and across the country, I took the toaster. That'll show you. How are you going to toast anything now?

The toaster of vindication

For a long time he loved the coffee I made for him using the espresso machine he gave me.
For a long time he loved me.
And then, one day, he no longer loved the coffee I made for him using the espresso machine he gave me.
And then, one day, he no longer loved me and left.
And so I took the espresso machine he gave me that made the coffee he loved
and I put it in the basement
so I don’t have to look at it anymore...
But every time I come down to the basement, there it is.


An espresso machine

Josh

The Promise

They met at a place full of chaos. It was amazing to believe the strong connection between them, it was like magic. For her, he was the one. He love sunsets as much as she did. But the sun never rose for them again.

A "See you later" lost in time

the end of the

Extinción

Ghosted

I'm sorry, but I'm also not.

Breakup

We met in February of 2018 two days after his birthday and and three days before mine. We started dating in March of the same year. He was leaving for college in August and we both weren’t willing to end things once he went away. We spent every single day together in the short five months before he went away. The day came for him to leave so we packed up three cars and with his family we drove from our hometown to his university. Long distance was hard and we both decided it was for the best to end things a little after a month of him moving away. We both wanted to stay together but also didn’t want to hold each back and he’s happy now and that’s all I ever wanted for him. I miss him so much and wish we would’ve found a way to make things work but I couldn’t provide what he needed being four hours away and he couldn’t do the same for me. I still do love him as a person and will always wish the best for him considering what an impact he’s made on my life. 

Unforgettable 

i went to get my documents from high school, i meet a girl who i knew her before and i started just talking to her and asking how she is doing. my girlfriend found out that i talked to her and then after she broke up with and went with someone else...

trust

Incredible friendship that couldn't be more because of age and distance tragically destroyed. 
Can't love with or without each other but will have to learn the latter 

when love isn't enough

When I went for a walk with my dog, he found another dog. thus, he broke up with our neighbour dog and only plays with the new dog now.

My dog broke up with his girlfriend

You tell me you love me but you actually dont


I was in Love

We were highschool sweetheart,we dated for almost 9 yrs. We have our bumps and trials during our relationship, it took me 4-5 years before i realize that hes the one i wanted to be with.  People look up into our relationship knowing we will be forever together. We define the forever in the relationship. Where people tell our story to other people to inspire them that Love has no ending if you truly love someone, we define love as making the imperfect person perfect for you. But then again, things change as we grow together our love grew  in separate ways. He loved me so much for the fresh years of us being together,he made me realize that hes he one for me, everything he does is for us.  He have given me everything i wanted except one,he's time. We argue almost everytime because of time. Later on when i accepted and understand that i should love him as much as i can, cause im so lucky that i have found a guy who would do everything for me just to give everything i wanted and to make me happy every single time even if he had to work almost every hour just to give me the things i wanted. So the moment i realize he the one that God had given to me, i spend the rest of days showing how much i love him  and it came to a point where , i loved him so much that everything i did is to please him. I loved him so much that i forgot there are other people love me and supported me. I loved him so much that i focused all my time to him instead of my friends. I loved him so much that i wanted to there at his side watching him accomplish his goals forgetting mine. I loved him so much that i forgotten what i wanted in life aside being with him for the rest of my life. I loved him so much that i thought i only needed him in this world. I loved him so much that i forgot to love myself. He left me when i thought i needed him  the most. The perfect guy left me with some other woman. Even if he left me i still feel thankful that he made me realize my worth and help me to become the person i am today.

Then 2018 hit me, 
2018 is a huge change for you Ariel, by now you should have realize what are your priorities in life. Keep in mind all of your actions affects the people around you. Be sensitive , considerate and value their effort showing you how much they love you. Youre not alone, you have people at your back to support you when life gets darker. Your family and friends are not your enemies their your soldiers who will fight with you in battles. Changing your perspective in life into a more positive results will lessen the anxiety of overthinking. Every thing happens for a reason. Always remember how good our God is for always listening to your prayers and guiding you to the right path towards his plans. He never showed you that your alone in this world, every people you meet are angels that the lord sent you to feel his presence. Continue being a blessing to others, you never know your the angel that the lord sent for  them to brighten their day.

Forevermore no more

Pedro

Well to be fair I was kind of a moron at 15. So I got dumped on MSN messenger after a week. But looking back on it, people are young and need to figure out what makes them feel happy. So no hard feelings or emo lyrics for this one.

If you haven't been heartbroken or taken a look in the mirror, you'll never understand how to build and grow your personal character. No one's perfect but everyone is able to learn. 

MSN messenger because I was hyperactive and annoying at 15

We survived quarantine and isolation without getting COVID-19, but our relationship fell apart as we both became two totally different people grappling with everything going on around us. Depression, unemployment, lack of socialization and so much more morphed us into sad versions of ourselves. We held on as long as we could. But we couldn’t find a way to move on from the trauma. 

What doesn’t kill you will definitely make you break up 

This story is about healing enough that your roots no longer belong in the same garden. We found our way back to each other once and from there we were together for 3 years. This time I don't think there will be anymore coming back to each other. 

There is a lot of love present and it didn't end in anger. It just kinda ended.

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