Blindsided Breakup Regret Novels & Stories

"You're moving away. Your cutting bounds for good, regretting our relationship and you're not including me in your plans. Sounds like a break up to me." "I just... I need to find myself too." at this point I wondered if I'd ever stop weeping, my eyes felt swollen and my chest exhausted on top of hurting at his cliche excuse. What was next? It's not you, it's me? "I can't be okay just because of you. I can't base my happiness or future on that. It wouldn't be fair for you, nor for me. And we'll end regretting it." "How?" I whined as he cupped my face, making our eyes met at last and my hands pressed over his.

Every second since our breakup comes back to me, every mistake, every broken promise, every cruel or absent word… I looked for her everywhere, I thought that one day she would come back to me, but now, I see that she is far away, out of my reach, protected by a love I cannot undo. — Clara… I… I'm sorry… so sorry, I finally say, my voice trembling despite myself. I never stopped thinking about you, and… I regret everything. Every mistake, every absence… I tried to find you… and seeing you here… it's… My throat tightens, and I can add nothing. My hands tremble, my eyes search for a sign of acceptance, but I understand that nothing I say can erase what I have lost. She is strong, sovereign, and

Being completely broken, with widened eyes, I slowly raised my knee to my chest, wrapping my arms around it, and staring at nothing specific. "No," I muttered. "No. No…" Not being able to continue stating “no”, I slammed the back of my head against the hard door, and broke out in silent tears. This wasn't the way I had planned my life to be. All that filled me right now were “regrets.” Instantly, I hated myself for being stupid. I shouldn't have married him. ***

I wonder again and again how I could have been so blind, how I could hurt the only woman who has loved me with all her being. My nights are filled with nightmares and shattered dreams. I close my eyes and see Melek's face, I see how her gaze transforms into disillusionment and hopelessness. I torture myself with the memory of her tears, her words of pain and rejection. Every tear she has shed is a reminder of my failure as a man and a lover. I bitterly regret my actions, of abandoning her and denying her the happiness she deserved. Regret is like a fire burning within me, consuming any trace of tranquility. I wish I could turn back time, erase my mistakes, and do things right, but I know I c

Once bitten, twice fooled, third time scorned, and we all know that they say about a scorned lover. It has now been forty-five minutes since I left my old life behind. That word that I do not wish to mention is far too hard to say. I would rather say that I am deeply disappointed and what is disappointing is what my ex did to me. I do not want to feel that pain but guess what? I am feeling that pain again. Yet the one person that has brought the pain has persistently tried to get me to turn this truck around, so what do I do next? "Mekayla, please leave me alone." Well, the regret only comes when I see that she has read it.

I recalled the photo that had become yellowed with age and had been moved to a miserable corner of the photo wall. In an emotionless voice, I said, "I burned it the day I came back home. You asked too late." I looked at her. In her eyes, I saw disappointment, pain, and regret. After standing there silently for two minutes, she turned and made her way down the steps. Her slender figure quickly disappeared into the night. I knew we would never see each other again. But what I didn't expect was that it would be the last time I would ever see her.

After all, he had betrayed me by hiding the reality of what his father had done and trying to trap me into a marriage that didn't even have to be done if not for that obsessed old man. We could probably make up for the incompatible relationship by continuing our friendship as it was initially. He didn't have to suffer such a horrible end, and I regretted our wasted chance to talk because of my feelings at the time. I still felt regret even though I knew it wasn't my fault. "I would be at peace if we only had good memories. But... this is the end." I took a breath that sounded like a sob, staring blankly at the front of the car, which was still raining heavily, and thinking of that man.

I knew that there was no way I would not cry if he kept on talking about our breakup. “I'm sorry I broke up with you that way,” he started, and I felt my heart stop beating instantly, knowing that he regretted all his actions, but what I didn't expect was that his next word would shatter my pride. I feel like he wanted us to get together, but I knew that wouldn't be possible since he is going to die soon and I would be the cause of his death, which you don't want.

Linc. I don't want to think about him too. But my head would not move past the last image of him looking at me from across that dinner table like I was plunging a knife right through his sternum straight at his heart. It breaks my heart too. My cowardly attempt at a breakup went as badly as it would have gone. I didn't know what I was doing in the moment but he must have caught on when I shared my feelings of regret about us. And even then, I still didn't exactly know what I was doing. I just spoke and tried to convey my complex emotions and it ended up a disaster.

“She had warned me, told me her concerns knowing she moved around a lot. The few months she was at school with me, I treated her the way she deserved, I had forgotten about it, waved it away until she left, one day she was just moved away and I couldn't handle it. I broke things down because I didn't know when or even if I'd still see her.” I myself remembered it while he told about it to Mitch, how I had called him crying the morning I was moved away. I myself had even grown to hope for what was between us to be more. I remembered how I cried when he broke up, how broken I had felt. The silence after Pierce's words spoke volumes, he still regretted breaking up with me. It still hurt him as