Books To Read When Heartbroken Novels & Stories

Then my mind wanders off to Antonio words: "Is not really the matter of being a softy dumbass. I just find the story similar to what happened to you. I'm dead serious! You've got to read this book, perhaps after reading you can tell me if I was wrong or right" I don't know when my fingers has typed the title of the book and it's author and now I was at A****n Kindle page. In the page, the book cover is designed with white background and then it had a broken shaped hearts on the background with the title written in red 'Shattered Hearts' and it's author name below the cover Micaela Alvarado. Seeing this book again sent turbulence to my heart like in the afternoon when I'd seen it.

"Let's get crazy drunk tonight." They said the best remedy to ease a broken heart is through intoxication. Though this heart of mine had been torn, ripped, prodded and shredded to deformed fragments before, today, it was non-existent. Eff my life.

Even if he ever survived this phase of his life where he felt like his heart was ripped out of his cage whenever he was sober, his liver might have a hard time catching up. He hurt her. He failed to protect her from his world. He made excuses instead of fixing his problems and in the end, she let go of his hand. He didn't blame her one bit. If he were her, he'd shut him out of his life too. Tan didn't think he would ever be able to get the look of hurt he saw on her face out of his mind. God, she hated him and she had every right to too. He took her for granted like he always did. He caused her pain once more.

Mathew: Does this mean now I have two heartbroken sons? Mathew: At least I have already bought the books about how to deal with heartbreak (ʘ ʖ̯ ʘ)

"Sophia, listen carefully. I don't have any feelings left for you. Not love, not even hatred. I just want to have my own life." She stared at me in disbelief, tears forming. "How is that possible? You used to love me so much. How can you not love me anymore?" Suddenly, her gaze fell on the gift box I was holding, and her expression darkened instantly. "You found someone new, didn't you? "That's why you're rejecting me. You threw away my gift, but you accepted someone else's gift?" Although it was merely a corporate gift from the company, I decided to play along. "Yes, I did. Will you leave now?"

He recounted their shared past in soft whispers, trying with all his heart to stir something inside her, to bring back even a flicker of what once was. But her memory remained a blank slate. "Charles," she asked one day, her voice light with confusion, "what have I forgotten? Why does it feel like… like there's a hole in my heart?" Charles looked at her, his voice low and filled with ache. "Maya… you've forgotten someone. Someone who used to mean a great deal to you." She frowned, trying to reach into the void—but found nothing. "If he was really that important… how could I forget him? I only remember you."

I asked the nurse to contact a friend, who helped me get a new phone. But just as I finished setting it up, Bertrand called. "Annie, where the hell are you? I told you I'd meet you at the airport. Are you seriously throwing another tantrum?" Listening to his furious voice, I was surprised by how calm I felt. "Bertrand, I was in a car accident yesterday. You hung up on my call for help. Let's…" Before I could say let's break up, his fury exploded. "Annie, that's enough! Even if you're mad, there's a limit! You know how much I care about you, and you still say things like this to hurt me? If you don't want to go with me, then fine—our honeymoon's canceled!"

"It's been a month but I didn't know you were still so angry with me? Maybe you still love me until now." "Where did you get the thickness of your face, Kevyn? You should be ashamed of yourself, you are too airy to be out of place. Maybe I loved you back then because I still made you feel good back then, but now? Not anymore. I I'm really stupid because I loved someone like you and that's what I regretted. And since we broke up I realized that you're not a loss because you're worthless." I promised before going inside.

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And I can say that he is telling me the truth. "In that case, what's the unique-unqiue love you said there earlier?" I raised my eyebrows at him. "You know, I'm a book worm. I love to read books, especially when it comes to love. I just read that in a book about a broken heart, and then it says there that when you don't cry or you don't you've been hurt your whole life because of someone it means you didn't really love him or he was never a part of your life. love. Because it's really part of love to hurt us and cry. Unless you're really numb or you don't feel anything, right? " the weight I felt in my chest eased a bit as he told me about what he had read in the book.