Break Up With Someone You Love Quotes Novels & Stories

“How do you forget the person who taught you how to breathe? How do you un-love someone who is written into your very DNA? If you have the cure for this, Jack, tell me. Because loving him feels like dying in slow motion, and I don't think I have enough of me left to survive another day of it.” Jack looked down at our joined hands, a look of utter defeat on his face. “I have no idea,” he whispered, his own voice thick with emotion. “Sometimes, the people we love the most are the ones who are meant to break us, just so we can see what we're made of when we're in pieces.”

They were dissecting every single post by him like an investigator. "Yeah misconception of me never going to move on from him, and by the way, even if so, he should have talked to me. When you love someone, you fight for them. You don't just randomly believe in any shi* and break up with your lover. It feels like he was making an excuse in his mind to breakup with me." I let it all out in one breath, both of them staring at my face. Strangely enough, I didn't stutter or hold back like before.

My breathing holds in my lungs, and my world vanishes. “I love you more than that too. I love you since I learned how to love other than my family, and I didn’t realize that I love more than I’ve ever loved anyone. I was broken, too when I pushed you away, but I was so stubborn until it was already too late. I love you so much, Trinity.”

“Of course not I found out later on that they broke up like a month later and after a while they got married to different people she ended up divorcing the first guy she married and got married again” “Wow that’s crazy” “Some love stories are just not worth fighting for it’s just how the world works I guess” “Is that why you help people to fall out of love?” “Of course see undoubtedly love is important in a relationship but understanding, trust and genuine care for each other is also equally important and once those things are gone there is no point in holding onto a relationship no matter how much love is left” “But can you just kill the love that is within people?”

"When you're that consumed by someone, you feel like you're drowning, and every time you try to swim to the surface, they pull you right back down under. But you can break free, Rebecca. If you truly want to." ​A heavy lump formed in my throat. I swallowed hard, my hands tightly gripping the fabric of my jeans. "How?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "How do you just stop loving someone who has your whole soul?" ​Zarek offered a faint, melancholy smile. "By simply letting another person into your life. And by moving as far away from them as possible."

Love is not like that. At least not my definition of love. I stayed with you for 17 years, Anirudh . Now I can not do it anymore. Everytime my decisions were taken by someone else but today I am making my own decision. I am ending my misery. I am no longer a puppet of yours. I am no longer a prisoner. I am free. I am finally free. Move away Anirudh the car will blast any moment and most importantly it is not your love that broke me. I am broken by the love of my own. My love broke me completely.

He attempted to hold my hands and remove them from my face, but I resisted and continued sobbing. "Nothing will stop me from loving you, even if you no longer feel the same way. I will continue loving you. When you first entered my life, I thought you were just another passing fling, destined to leave eventually. As I started falling for you, I convinced myself that my love for you would eventually fade away. But each day, my love for you grows stronger than ever before. Asking me to end this relationship is like asking me to end my own life. I can't express the emotions I feel whenever I lay my eyes on you. You mean everything to me. I'd give up everything for you. I mean absolutely everyth

Just turned and walked back into the restaurant. As he did, I noticed Maria staring at us through the window. He told me to wait again. But I wasn't that woman anymore. I walked away from the restaurant, hailed a cab, and as soon as I got in, I pulled out my phone and typed the words I never thought I'd send: "Let's divorce. I'm not going to the family reunion." I hit send. Then I shut my phone off.

What he meant when he said, "I can't love him." I jumped off the bed fast, and as I reached for my clothes on the floor, I felt his hands around my waist and the pressure of his d'ck against my butt cheek. My back was resting against his front as he simply pulled me back up as I was still bending over to gather up my clothes. You can't love a broken guy, he said as he softly nipped my left ear. At the end of it all, you'll be emotionally spent, he said. I think I started to cool off a little after he said that. "Well, I don't care if you're a broken man; I'm also a broken woman, and I want to be broken with you," I murmured while crying deeply-set wells of tears in my eyes.

"Lydia, I really know I was wrong. I've given it a lot of thought these past few days. It's not that I didn't love you before—I just didn't know how. Give me another chance. Let me love you properly this time, okay?" It felt like he was using every last ounce of strength to hold onto me. But I gently pried his fingers away, one by one. I smiled at him—light, carefree, utterly unburdened. "Let the past stay in the past. Don't beg me to come back. Because, honestly? Not loving you anymore feels incredible. Hope you find someone new soon. And when you do—remember this lesson. Love her properly." … As I left the hospital, I was dialing Luke's number when I heard a familiar ringtone nearby.