Broke Up With Him But I Miss Him Novels & Stories

He told me I was a part of him, and yet he let me go as if I meant nothing. It hurts a lot more than I thought it would, considering he told me that life sucked without me and yet here we are, three months of no Arry … no calls, no texts, and no chance encounters, despite living close to one another. I guess I haven’t tried to reach out to him either, but then why would I? He made it clear that night that she was his future, there was no way around the fact that I couldn’t be, and I’m learning how to live with a broken heart that will eventually go away.

But then realizing he wasn't in the clique was both relaxing and disappointing. It's been a month since we last saw or spoke to each other. The crazy thing was that it felt like a breakup and it kept me up at night, crying my heart out. Which was crazy, because it wasn't a breakup. We weren't a couple. We were far from that. So why did the thought of him make me bawl my eyes out so bad? Sometimes I want to call him. But then his last words replay in my head and I drop the phone. Still, every inch of me missed him. Everyday.

My heart shattered into a million pieces. What happened that night was just a small part of the numerous things I suffered during the course of my relationship with him. Breaking up with him had been the second happiest moment of my life. And now he was back, claiming that he couldn’t live without me—after doing so for over a year.

His eyes searched hers as if trying to find the girl she once was, the girl who once loved him. “I miss you,” he said, the words raw. “I miss your voice, your laugh, the way you used to look at me like I was worth something. I know I broke you. I know I hurt you more than anyone ever should. But I can’t—” His jaw clenched. “I can’t erase you from me, no matter how much I try.” Alycia’s stomach turned. Her hands shook as she pushed against his chest. “Stop it, Ethan. Just stop. You don’t get to say those words. Not to me. Not after what you did.”

A monster! "Listen, we both enjoyed it while it lasted, but it's gotten boring. I've been bored for a while now and I think it's good you found out about this, it makes it easier for us. I think we should move on, you know, go our separate ways. Let's break up." He said so casually and indifferently like it was an everyday conversation. I felt like I died all over again. I had just caught him cheating and instead of apologizing to me, he was breaking up with me. I shut my eyes tightly. Maybe this was all a dream.

I miss you and me together, I miss us together. I swallow hard at his confession, while he stands up from his seat. "You know, I am an idiot for ever letting you go despite the reason, I should have known better than to break up with you and I've learnt so in the past few weeks of wicked torture.' he tries to reach out for my hands and I draw back stopping him from completely reaching out to me.

He then pulled me closer, whispering as he did so. "I love you, Amelia. I never stopped doing so." My heart skipped a beat. "Eddie…" "Wait, wait… let me finish." "Breaking up with you six years ago was one of the biggest mistakes of my life." I inhaled a shaky breath He smiled at me softly and continued. "I missed you every single day and it felt like I could not take a full, deep breath. At least not until I saw you again at that event." I shut him up by leaning forward and smashing my lips against his.

She kissed him lightly on the head. He lifted up his head and gave her a soft, lingering look. “I missed you too. I still couldn't move on after the breakup.” “What about Cassie?” “We are best friends and she's in love with Nick. Though they fell apart but–” The sound of his phone beeping cut him off and he reached for it. “Speaking of the devil right?” She inquired. “Certainly, I need to text her back.”

I pulled up just before my house and did my best to act strong. “Declan, I don't know what is making you feel like I'm hurting and I really don't want to know.” I brought down the levers and took in the fresh air that rushed in. “I have been with many men since we broke up, and this isn't me rude, but I don't miss you.”

“Kurt and I broke up. You know that.” “Yeah, but you two have broken up like five times this month,” he points out, jogging in place to signal he’s ready to continue. When I start running again, he quickly follows. “Wait—are you saying you're actually done this time? Like, done-done? Thought that little shit charmed all your good sense away.” I roll my eyes. “Yeah, well, that little shit tried to kiss Missy. So we’re definitely done-done.”