Before writing the “good” goodbye letter, Michelle also wrote him a very angry, These tips will work if you need to say goodbye to someone who: of working through your grief, read How to Let Go of Someone You Love.
Goodbye Messages for Boyfriend: The hardest goodbyes often become the best memories. Dig deep in your heart and scribble out a sweet quote on a note or a letter. Give it to him when you share your last hug and kiss before he leaves. Rant it out on Facebook and Twitter. Share it on Pinterest. Do all it takes to let him know that his girl will be heartbroken, and desperately waiting for him to come back. Whether your guy is going interstate for college, overseas for work, moving cities or preparing for deployment in the forces – let your tears and heartbeats do the talking. Clinch on to the precious memories as you both make promises to each other. Goodbyes are hard but if you really believe in your relationship and love, express yourself and hold on tight till you are back together again.
1) This is the goodbye that never was, and never will be. xoxo
2) Every time you miss me just close your eyes, breathe deeply and put your hand on your chest – you will hear my heart beating inside. Goodbye.
3) Just feel the thumps of my heart, they’ll tell you that I don’t want to be apart. Just hug me and feel the shivers in my spine, they’ll tell you that I don’t want to be away from someone who I call mine. Just look at the tears in my eyes, they’ll tell you that I don’t want to say goodbye. xoxo
4) As you leave, you are taking with you a piece of my heart, a part of my soul, a chunk of my mind and all of my happiness. Goodbye.
5) I’ll just sit here and watch you walk away, while I hold on to the memories we’ve made till this day. Goodbye.
6) The thought of you going away makes me think about all the times when I could have said how much I love you… but I didn’t. I will miss you, goodbye.
7) We will be thousands of miles apart but all I want you to remember is that I am not just your girlfriend – I am a girl whose only dream is that yours come true. Goodbye.
8) I’ll be right here, clutching on to the precious memories, desperately waiting for you to come back so we can make more. Goodbye.
9) Our lives and our relationship will go on even though you are leaving. But every single step of the way will feel like walking on sharp pieces of glass. I will keep walking even though my feet bleed, until we are together again. Goodbye.
10) I will survive, but life won’t be worth living. Goodbye.
11) A goodbye is most painful when you can explain it in words.
12) The key to a great long distance relationship is the boyfriend’s will to not look at other girls while he is away. Remember this, goodbye.
13) I won’t say a word. I want you to see the tears in my eyes and feel the throb of my heart. Goodbye.
14) I don’t know how I will survive without the boy who makes me giggle, smile, laugh and melt from inside like gooey chocolate. Goodbye.
15) I will wait for the day when I hear your voice call out my name and I see you standing at my door. Until then, I hope you hear my heart weep and see me looking outside my bedroom window desperately waiting for you, dreaming about you and missing you from the bottom of my heart. Goodbye.
16) The hardest part of saying goodbye, is that I don’t want to say it at all. xoxo
17) The best thing is that I have never loved anyone the way I have loved you. The worst thing is that I will miss you in a way that I have never missed anyone. Goodbye.
18) Days will pass by, but my tears won’t dry. My heart will continue to pain, until the day we meet again. Goodbye.
19) I know that everything happens for a reason, but I desperately hope that this reason is worth the wait. Come back soon, goodbye.
20) No matter where you go, no matter where you are – always remember that there is this girl who is waiting for you to come back and take her into your arms. Goodbye.
21) This goodbye might be painful but it is not the end. My heart knows that we will meet again. xoxo
22) The only reason I am saing goodbye is because I have precious memories to cling on to, until the moment we meet again. xoxo
23) No matter how far we are apart, nothing can ever come between us – you will always be just a heartbeat away. Goodbye.
24) As college takes us separate ways, let’s make a pact – we will both study hard and ace all semesters so that we can graduate, move to the same city, rent a cozy apartment in downtown and sip coffee by the window, thinking about how beautiful life has been to us. I love you boy, goodbye.
25) I know I can’t stop you from leaving, but I can’t stop myself from crying. But I won’t let you see my tears, because I don’t want you to stop smiling. Goodbye.
26) Don’t worry about me, I will be waiting right here for the day when you come back and lift me up in your arms. Goodbye.
27) I know you will come back soon, but that moment seems as far as from here to the moon. You have no idea how much I am going to miss you, my whole world is going to be immersed in a sad hue. Goodbye.
28) I will cry but I will never let you hear my sobs. I will be sad but I will never let you feel my sadness. I will not be happy without you but I will never let that dampen your happiness. Goodbye.
29) This is one of those moments in life where the grief of a GOODBYE is more powerful than the happiness of an I LOVE YOU. Come back soon, goodbye.
30) I won’t look into your eyes when you leave because I don’t want to see my dreams walking away. Goodbye.
31) Your absence will pierce my heart like a dagger. But don’t worry, it will still keep beating for you. Goodbye.
32) I will miss the boy who called me My Girl, and who I called My Love. Goodbye.
33) I will convince my heart that you are going to go away for some time. But who will convince my arms that they won’t get your hugs? Goodbye.
34) Saying goodbye to my boyfriend is like an injury that happens fast but pains for a long time.
35) I don’t LIKE watching you leave but I don’t want to stop you from doing what you LIKE. Goodbye.
36) We are too young to be tied down, which is why I am happy to see you fly away into the skies. Don’t look at me as you leave, I don’t want you to see the tears in my eyes. Goodbye.
37) I am happy that you are going away to pursue your dreams but there is a part of me that wants you to stay back and sit right here beside me. I’ll miss ya, goodbye.
38) Don’t feel sorry for me as you leave. My life will be just the same – dreaming about the day we can be together forever. I love you, goodbye.
39) As we go separate ways to chase our dreams, I hope you achieve all your dreams of which I am a part of. Goodbye.
40) You are not walking out of my life but if you are going to be staying away, I don’t know what my life is. Goodbye.
Now a heartbreaking book has brought together a collection of last letters from those facing death. Try to make him believe in a God; it is comforting. I respect you as much as I love you, and that is saying something. You.
Today we're offering up a something a little different. Today's piece is from ‘Consumingtheart,' a long time reader, first time contributor to the Urban Dater. Today she's going to provide us with a very personal, heart-felt, goodbye letter. I've always been fascinated with the notion of a “Dear John” letter. Writing a letter provides an excellent forum for sorting through our thoughts, revisiting them, and putting them to paper… er… email; makes me want to play Lucinda Williams's ‘Out of Touch.' Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy and do let us know what you think in the comments below! – Alex
Hey! My guess is I’m sitting right in front of you right now, and you’re wondering why I don’t just talk to you. Well, the main reason is because I don’t want to mess this up. I’m afraid if we just talk, I’ll miss something and beat myself up on my way home for forgetting. I want to thank you for the things you’ve taught me.
When we met, you were so wonderful; everything about you took my breath away. You were quirky and honest and full of life, I couldn’t help but be near you… by the end of that first night, we were holding hands, passed out on the floor behind the couch; I hope you remember that. It was the night I fell in love. Thank you for that. I will carry it with me always. Thank you also, for all the late night talks we had. There was always something about the way you listened that made me feel like the only person in the world. It wasn’t always bad between us. I want you to remember that. Thank you for introducing me to Cowboy Bebop. It is my favorite cartoon because you were in my life. Thank you for taking an interest in learning about my culture. I remember your butchered Spanish sentences- but hey, you were trying. Thank you for missing me when I traveled. I always felt loved, even though you never said it.
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Sam, you have inspired me to write more, to love more, to be more patient and to forgive. I forgive you for making me feel like I wasn’t good enough for you. I forgive you for embarrassing me in front of my friends. I forgive you for keeping me at arm’s length and waiting until you had feelings for someone else to talk to me. I forgive you for breaking my heart into a million pieces. Not because I’m better than you, not because I am good but because I’m not angry anymore. You have been the greatest love of my life, thus far; also my greatest disappointment. But even in all of the pain and the hurt, there was growth. I learned to have boundaries, I learned my self-worth was more than you'd allowed. I learned to love out loud. I learned not to wait to share my thoughts and feelings.
I own myself today, because of you. I suppose a part of me will always love you. That’s what’s most amazing about love, isn’t it? There’s no getting it back once you give it away. Sam, thank you for being a part of my life, even for just the moments we shared. I will keep you close to my heart and hope you will do the same. Promise me you’ll forgive yourself for your part in the ugly things that have transpired between us, let’s not hang on to the past. I come clean today so I may walk away… I hope you can do the same.
Love you always, Charlie-
a piece of me
still loves you,
a part of me
still holds onto us.
unable to let go,
unable to clear my mind of you.
unable to peel off your name
that’s engraved in my heart
and the heaviness that follows with every letter that falls
all the memories
and all the laughter.
Not wanting to cut the cord that
connects me with you
Not wanting to forget
the way you used to look at me
and the butterflies that made it hard to breathe
but helped me learn to fly again.
Not willing to let go of the map that leads to you
cause our paths were meant to intersect
I ran in the opposite direction but
Everything leads back to you,
and the way you kissed me that night.
My first kiss, my first love.
More than anything
wanting you to be my last.
But this time seems like the last,
I need to let you go
because you already did
are not there
are not here
and I need to remind my heart
A letter to say goodbye to a lover, long lost. We don't always heal gracefully when love comes to a crashing halt. Here's an eloquent letter I forgive you for making me feel like I wasn't good enough for you. I forgive you for.
By Daily Mail Reporter
Updated: 00:45 BST, 29 July 2008
They are the words they hoped their families would never have to read.
Now, in a heartbreaking but ultimately uplifting book, author Rose Rouse has brought together a collection of last letters from those facing death - whether through illness, adversity, or in the heat of battle.
Each letter offers a compelling insight into the complexity of emotions we face as the end of our lives: they also offer a glimpse of the unquenchable strength of the human spirit.
Gunner Lee Thornton, 22, from Blackpool, was fatally shot in Basra, Iraq on September 7, 2006. Lee was in the 12th Regiment Royal Artillery and was the 118th British soldier to be killed in Iraq. Lee had written a last letter to his fiancée, 21-year-old Helen O'Pray, in case he did not return.
Hi babe, I don't know why I am writing this, because I really hope that this letter never gets to you, because if it does that means I am dead. It also means I never had time to show you just how much I really did love you.
You have shown me what love is and what it feels like to be loved. Every time you kissed me and our lips touched so softly, I could feel it. I got the same magical feeling as our first kiss. I could feel it when our hearts get so close they are beating as one.
You are the beat of my heart, the soul in my body; you are me, because without you I am nothing. I love you, Helen, you are my girlfriend, my fiancée and my best friend.
You are the person I know I could turn to when I needed help - you are the person I looked at when I needed to smile and you are the person I went to when I needed a hug. When I am away, it is like I have left my soul at your side.
You have shown me how to live and you have shown me how to be truly happy. I want you to know that every time I smile, you have put it there. You make me smile when others can't, you make me feel warm when I am cold.
You have shown me so much love and so much more. I want you to know how much you mean to me. You are my whole world and I love you with all my heart. You are my happiness.
Every night I spent away I had a photo of you on my headboard. Each night I would go to bed, kiss my fingers then touch your face.
I put the photo over my bed so you could look over me as I slept. Well, now it is my turn to look over you as you sleep and keep you safe in your dreams. I will always be looking over you to make sure you're safe.
Helen, I want to say something and I mean this more than I ever did before. You were the love of my life, the girl of my dreams. Just because I have passed away does not mean I am not with you. I'll always be there looking over you, keeping you safe.
So whenever you feel lonely, just close your eyes and I'll be there, right by your side.
Love always and for ever, Lee
Anne Reid from East London was 33 when, in 1992, she was diagnosed with cervical cancer. Her children, Kandy and Karl, were one and two years old - she was separated from their father, Eddie. Two years later, she lost her battle against the disease. Tormented by the thought of her son and daughter growing up without their mother, Anne put together a treasure chest of memories with words of wisdom which would help them as they grew up, including a last letter to them both.
My darlings Karl and Kandy,
By the time you read this, you will already know about the box of treasures I have left for you and, by now, you will also know why.
When I look back, I realise that I only discovered what living was all about when I had you two babies.
Through the letters I have left for you in your treasure chest, you will learn that, for ages, I wasn't able to have children. I went to see several doctors, had some medical treatment and then, against the odds, you two were born.
True to Murphy's Law, however, if anything can go wrong, it will. I had spent a lifetime searching for real happiness and then, when I found it, I learned that I had also developed cancer.
My first thought was, what would happen to my babies? Who would look after you while you grew up; who would advise you after I had gone?
You mean so much to me and I know that I mean so much to you, but, as I write this, I can't escape the fact that you are so young. By the time you become teenagers, I may be just a hazy memory. You might spend your lives wondering what your mother was really like. Was I good? Bad? Kind? Fair? Was I decadent or well-principled? What were my beliefs? Did I have any at all? You would want to know all about your roots, all the things that a simple photograph can't tell you.
Your treasure chest is filled with photographs and video tapes of Mummy and yourselves. There are Dictaphone tapes of Mummy's advice to you, memories, letters and the perfume I wear every day, so that you can remember what Mummy smelled like.
There are legal documents and the names of, and contact numbers for people who knew me during my life.
I have even included a cotton hanky for each of you to wipe away your tears.
Life is a never-ending series of falls and recoveries. You will make countless mistakes along the way, but that is all a part of growing up.
Most caring parents would do anything to stop their children from making the same mistakes that they did but, in my experience, although you can advise children not to do certain things, they will anyway.
Even if I were alive, there is no guarantee you would heed my warnings. I wouldn't dream of dictating to you how to lead your lives.
You must make your own decisions about how to deal with life's hurdles. I can only let you know how I dealt with mine and perhaps that will help you to help yourself. I hope that you will come to the best conclusions possible and make the right choices.
Most of all, by my leaving this treasure chest, you will know how much Mummy really, truly loved you.
If it is possible still to feel love after one has gone, then, certainly, I will love you for all eternity, for you are the treasures in my life and I shall cherish you for all time.
All love, Mummy xx
In March 1912, Antarctic explorer Captain Robert Scott wrote his last letter to his wife, Kathleen, and their three-year-old son, Peter, as he battled his way unsuccessfully back from the South Pole in sub-zero, conditions, suffering from frostbite and malnutrition. He died on March 29.
To my widow. Dearest darling. It is not easy to write because of the cold - 70 degrees below zero and nothing but the shelter of our tent...
We are in a very tight corner and I have doubts of pulling through. In our short lunch hours, I take advantage of a very small measure of warmth to write letters preparatory to a possible end.
If anything happens to me, I should like you to know how much you have meant to me.
Cherish no sentimental rubbish about remarriage. When the right man comes to help you in life, you ought to be your happy self again.
Make the boy interested in natural history if you can. It is better than games. Try to make him believe in a God; it is comforting.
Oh my dear, my dear, what dreams I had of his future and yet, oh my girl, I know you will face it stoically - your portrait and the boy's will be found in my breast.
What lots and lots I could tell you of this journey. What tales you would have for the boy, but, oh, what a price to pay. To forfeit the sight of your dear, dear face.
Writer Melissa Nathan was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2001 when she was 33. Two years later, she and husband Andrew Saffron became parents to son Sam - weeks before the cancer was found to have spread to Melissa's liver and bones. She died aged 37 - just after Sam's third birthday. She used the opening pages of her last book as a final letter to her family.
I am in the unusual position of knowing that this book will, in all probability, be published posthumously. And so please indulge me in a rather unusual set of acknowledgements.
First, to my wonderful parents. You have given me a life suffused with love, support and friendship. I have been lucky enough to see eye to eye with you both, and look up to you at the same time.
Please never feel that I have had a hard life. I have had 37 wonderful years, and I'm grateful to you both for giving me that. I am happy and at peace.
My wonderful Andrew. I respect you as much as I love you, and that is saying something. You, of all people I know, will get through this. After all, you've got through nearly 12 years of marriage with me, and that's no easy feat. I have been so lucky to know you.
You have been my steady rock, my gentle giant, my best friend, my everything. I wish you a happy life, full of love and joy.
And my amazing Sammy. I wanted to know you for longer, my love, but it wasn't to be. Still, at only three years old, you have already left an imprint on my heart that will go with me, wherever it is I'm going. Motherhood made my life worthwhile. And you gave me that.
What does a mother wish for her son? I wish you happiness. You have a wonderful daddy and a family who adores you.
Go into the world knowing that while you were everything to your mother, you won't have to deal with an annoying woman who can't stop kissing you when you're 15. I will be in the sky kissing you from afar.
Mick Scott was a prep-school master when World War II started. He joined the RAF and made his first operational flight, aged 26, on May 24, 1941. It was to be his last. He went missing over the North Sea.
Dear Mother and Daddy. You now know that you will not be seeing me any more, and perhaps the knowledge is better than the months of uncertainty which you have been through.
There are one or two things which I should like you to know, and which I have been too shy to let you know in person.
Firstly, let me say how splendid you both have been during this terrible war. Neither of you have shown how hard things must have been, and when peace comes this will serve to knit the family together as it should always have been knit.
As a family, we are terribly afraid of showing our feelings, but war has uncovered unsuspected layers of affection beneath the crust of gentlemanly reserve.
Secondly, I would like to thank you both for what you have done for me personally. Nothing has been too much trouble, and I have appreciated this to the full, even if I have been unable to show it.
Finally, a word of comfort. You both know how I have hated this war, but it has, however, done this for me. It has shown me new realms where man is free from earthly restrictions and conventions; where he can be himself playing hide and seek with the clouds, or watching a strangely silent world beneath, rolling quietly on, touched only by vague unsubstantial shadows moving placidly but unrelenting across its surface.
So please don't pity me for the price I have had to pay for this experience. This price is incalculable, but it may just as well be incalculably small as incalculably large, so why worry?
There is only one thing to add. Good luck to you all.
Lance Corporal Ben Hyde, 23, from Northallerton, North Yorkshire, was a military policeman who was killed by a mob at Majar al-Kabir, near Basra, in July 2003. His last letter to his parents was read out at his funeral.
Dear Mum and Dad. If you are reading this, then you will know I won't be coming home. I am up in the stars now looking down on you making sure that you are safe.
I am sorry for all the times I have been a pain but I know the good times outweighed the bad tenfold. Thank you for being the best parents anyone could ever have wished for. You gave me everything I could ever have wanted and more.
You have both got long lives ahead of you yet, so make sure you make use of every second you have, because sitting here writing this now I know just how precious time is.
Tell the rest of the family I was thinking of them and make sure they take care.
Forgiveness is something everybody deserves because one day, it may be too late.
Remember that every time you are thinking of me, I am thinking of you, too. Look after yourselves.
All my love, Ben
Kenneth Stevens was captured by the Japanese on February 10, 1942. At the beginning of May 1943, he and his fellow prisoners had to march for three weeks to get to a prisoner-of-war camp in the jungle on the Siam-Burma border. When they got there, food rations were so low that many men starved to death. Kenneth was admitted to the camp hospital on arrival. On June 15, he wrote his last letter to his wife, Penelope, who had been living in Singapore but had returned with their son, Christopher, to their home in Ilkley, Yorkshire. He died on August 10, 1943.
Penelope, my own darling. Life has become extremely grim since I last wrote to you. Food's very scarce and medical supplies also, and we are coping with cholera, dysentery and beri-beri - we lost 160-odd men out of 1,600 in three weeks, but things are slightly better now.
I spend the whole time living my life with you both in the past and what I hope for in the future. It was an inspiration for you to send that photo of you and Christopher - I looked at it for hours on end.
Oh darling, I do so passionately want to come out of this alive to be with you again - I want to be able to show you every day of my life how much I appreciate you and all your wonderfulness. I have thought so much of Chancery Hill, and what a beautiful home you made and how proud I was of it.
And, of course, above all there was our completely wonderful Christopher Michael, and I don't think anyone can deny that there were few babies like him.
So there you are, darling, as wife, housewife, housekeeper, hostess and mother you were a complete and outstanding success - do you wonder that I feel uncertain as to whether I can ever make up to you for the risks and unhappiness of the past two years?
I am hoping that the Government is giving you money to live on - there were supposed to have been arrangements made when we first went out to Changi as PoWs, but I doubt if they ever got through to England.
It's getting dark, sweetie, so I must stop. Loving you so tremendously much all the time.
Anthony Butterfield, a 19-year-old from California, was one of four marines who were killed when a suicide bomber caused a propane truck to explode in Rawah, Iraq, in July 2006. He wrote this last letter to his parents, brother and sisters.
Hi Mom, Dad, Britney, Jeremy and Bailey. If you're getting this letter, then I'm sure you've already heard. I'm so sorry. But know that I am safe now. I'm with God watching over you. I'll always be with you all. I wanna tell you all some special memories I'll always hold onto.
Staying up late with you, Mom, watching the food channel while you rub my back, or when I was little and you'd always get me a glass of chocolate milk.
With you, Dad, driving to volleyball tournaments, just you and me.
Britney when you used to drop me off at school and I thought I was so cool cause my friends got rides from their parents.
Bailey, remember all those late nights when you'd come into my room and we'd just talk. And just hanging out with my little sister.
You all mean the world to me. I hope I've made you all proud. I love you with all of my heart. Just know I made it to heaven before you and will see you again.
Your loving son/brother, Anthony.
Maybe this is me being a poet, but I think of love in writing as this small and quiet thing. Instead, why not write a hello letter and giving it to him as you leave with the How do you say goodbye to someone you love without knowing, when.