Novel & Cerita Another Word For Broken Heart

Kaagad itong umiling. "Hindi ko kaya eh. LOVE na talaga siguro itong nararamdaman ko para sa kanya. Ano ba iyan, hindi ko pa nga siya na-meet sa personal broken hearted na kaagad ako." malungkot nitong wika. Hindi ko maiwasang mapangiwi.

Ang mga salitang lumabas sa bibig nito ay tila ba mga patalim na tumarak sa kanyang puso, na nag-iiwan ng sugat na mahirap paghilumin. A wave of anguish washed over her, pulling her heart down into a dark chasm. That explained it... Ford didn't want his beloved to find out about them? Did that mean she was just a plaything to him? He wasn't capable of loving her because his heart belonged to someone else.

"Speaking of that, muntik na. Nabangga nga niya yung harapan ng kotse sa pader sa may parking lot. Imagine kung anong naging sanhi ng aksidente sa kanya. At dahil yun sa kalasingan kasi broken hearted siya nun sayo. Meaning gurl super duper MAHAL KA nung tao kaya no wonder kung bumalik yung love na yun sa oras na mawala lahat ng galit at poot sa puso niya.."

Ngunit dahan- dahan lang ito dahil alam nitong magmamaneho pa pauwi. "Cheers for my broken heart!" Emosyonal na sambit ko sabay taas ng bote ng wine na sinabayan naman ni Aslan. "Yeah! Cheers for my broken heart too." Nakangising sambit nito na di ko alam kung may ibang ibig sabihin ba.

“Uhm… medyo pagod kasi ako ngayon. Siguro kayo na lang—” “Anong kami na lang? Hindi pwede!” mabilis na putol sa akin ni Jenny saka ako nito niyakap sa braso ko. “Gagawin namin ang lahat para malibang ka. Para hindi mo maisip na broken hearted ka,” dagdag niya pa sa akin. “A-Ano?” kunot-noo at natatawang tanong ko naman dito. “Anong broken hearted? Ano bang sinasabi mo diyan?”

She couldn’t hold it anymore. She cried. She cried as her heart broke into pieces. She never knew that love will be this heart shattering that you are willing to give up everything just to see he's happy—with someone else. ///

Siguro may gising ngunit nagsi-cellphone naman. “Hindi naman po siguro. Baka titibok na lang bigla puso natin. Teaching your heart to love someone is hard especially when you're still broken.” Kusang lumabas ang mga salitang ito sa bibig ko na para bang mayroon akong pinaghuhugutan.

“Oo, soft siya sa akin. Pero kapag nasaktan ko siya? Wala. Sarado, shut down system, out of order—parang kasing yelo 'yon na mas malamig pa sa frozen hotdog.” Umismid si Menard. “Uy wow, may poetic metaphor pa. Broken ka talaga, no?” pinipigilan ni Menard na matawa dahil halata talaga niya sa pinsan ang pagka broken hearted nito. Kalmado at tahimik pero natatakot siya kasi baka bigla na lang maisipan ng pinsan niya na gumawa ng hindi maganda. "Ngayon may pa hotdog metaphor din, tangina talaga!" Pilit na pinapagaan ni Menard ang usapan nila.

I was sitting on the couch, scrolling through my phone, habang pinapakinggan ang kanta ni Chris Walker na ‘How do you heal a broken heart’. I was like 10 years old when I first heard this song and I would always cry when it’s played, and no one, not even myself, understood why.

The pitter-patter of raindrops against her windowpane served as a somber lullaby, the only companion to her wailing heart. The memories of a love lost haunted her, whispering tales of promises broken and dreams shattered. Her world had crumbled like sandcastles at high tide, leaving behind only echoes of a happier past. As the storm raged outside, a tempest brewed within her soul, unleashing a torrent of tears that seemed never-ending. As the clock struck midnight, with Genevieve's tear-streaked face bathed in the silvery moonlight filtering through the curtains, a faint glimmer of hope sparked within her. Perhaps, just perhaps, the universe had not forsaken her completely.