Breaking My Heart Novels & Stories

Kawawa naman. I never been in love, so I have never had my heart broken in that way, pero just because a person hasn't broken my heart, hindi ibigsabihin no'n I haven't been heartbroken. Kasi I think, we break our own hearts. It always come to my mind na maybe no one breaks our heart except for ourselves? In the end, we are our own worst enemy, living in a non-ending cycle of dislike towards ourselves. If only kuya john had thought that he's only breaking his own heart more when he wants to let his wife stay when she already isn't in love with him. Love can make a person crazy, indeed.

There goes my heart beating 'Cause you are the reason I'm losing my sleep Please come back now I saw my husband's shocked faced as soon as he heard the music. And there goes my mind racing And you are the reason That I'm still breathing I'm hopeless now Then suddenly his eyes were filled with tears. He is like a lost boy crying and I was crying too. I'd climb every mountain And swim every ocean Just to be with you And fix what I've broken Oh, 'cause I need you to see That you are the reason

"You're forcing me to her, right?" I let out a soft laugh, a sound that felt more like shattered glass. My head shook slowly, a gesture of disbelief and something far colder. He thought this would break me. He thought a cheap, manipulated video and a public spectacle could force a confession. How tragically naive. The girl he sought to shame had been buried for nine years, along with the screen name he was so desperate to unearth.

Shane Mysti Roquel (POV) ♪ Even if the stars and moon collide, I never want you back into my life, You can take your words and all your lies, Ooh ooh ooh... I really don't care Ooh ooh ooh... I really don't care ♪

“Iyong lalaking dahilan ko ng lahat ng ito, I can give him anything to his in this world. He is my life, Gainne. I can do everything to him.” “Ganoon mo siya kamahal?” jealousy and broken inguilted in his heart. “How pity am I.” Mapakla siyang ngumiti. Binitiwan niya ang balikat ng babae. “Umalis kana. Go! Pumunta kana sa lalaking iyon.”

sabi niya. "Ikaw po ang inspirasyon ko, Ma," sagot ko, puno ng katotohanan. Ang dalawang linggong break ay puno ng kwento, tawanan, at pagmamahalan. Kahit saglit lang ang panahon, sapat na iyon para maramdaman ko ulit ang init ng presensya ni Mama.

"Totoong nagka-baby tayo pero paanong—" "Mahalaga pa ba 'yon ngayon?" umiiyak na aniya rito. "B-Bakit . . . damn . . ." nanghihinang anito. "Why you didn't tell me? How . . . how . . . oh, God." Namuo ang mga luha sa mga mata ni Tristan, and it break her already broken heart pieces by pieces.

dagdag pa niya at mapaklang ngumiti. “Then does it mean, that we both need each other to comfort our broken hearts?” pabiro kong saad sa kanya.

Kailangan kong makaligtas at kapag nangyari iyon ay isinusumpa kong magbabayad sila at hindi ako titigil hangga’t hindi ko nababawi ang lahat at pulutin silang lahat sa kangkungan! Iminulat ko ang mga mata ko at tumambad sa akin ang napakagandang kalangitan, masakit sa balat ang init na hatid ng araw at hindi ko alam kung gaano na ako katagal nagpapalutang-lutang. Nakita ko ang nakangiting mukha ng sanggol na nasa sinapupunan ko, itinaas ko ang kamay ko para abutin ang mukha niya at haplusin ngunit hindi ko pa man naaabot ang mukha niya ay dahan-dahan nang pumipikit ang mga mata ko. Napangiti ako, iyon na yata ang hudyat nang pagpapaalam ko sa mundo. Sinusundo na ako ng anghel ko. Kung kaya

Hinayaan ko na rin sila na saktan ako. Hindi ako umimik hanggang sa unti-unti kong naramdaman ang pagsara ng mga mata ko. The last thing I heard before fully losing consciousness was my brother's words. "You are a good for nothing trash. You are no longer my sister!" -- I woke up sweating so hard from my deep sleep. Tumingin ako sa salamin at nakita ko ang sarili kong umiiyak. What a terrible dream... Hanggang ngayon ay patuloy pa rin akong hinahabol ng araw na 'yon. Kahit pa ilang taon na ang nakalipas ay hindi pa rin ako natatahimik.