Broken Hearted Pictures Novels & Stories

Bakit puso lang ang mayroon sa Instagroom? If she could 'heart,' she should be able to 'unheart' also. Pero anong symbol ang kabaligtaran ng puso? Broken heart? Too pathetic. Even the IGM people knew that. Upside down heart? Why not? That would be so much easier than hitting the comment icon and scrolling through emojis. And if she really, really hated a picture, she could just tap it like a thousand times and an upside down/inverted heart would stick to the picture, like forever, for everyone to see.

mapaklang kong saad at naupo sa gilid ng kama niya. "Pakawalan mo 'ko dito at tumakas tayo. Doon tayo maguusap!" galit niyang sigaw kaya pinilit kong maging matapang para ngumisi. What the f-ck, the two important woman in my life chose to hurt me d-mn much. My baby Atarah and now my beastriend. Am I really deserve to be hurt? It is a cruelty of life that a heart can keep on beating even after it has been broken in two. It can feel as though it is being gripped in an ice-cold vice and ache as if it will implode in your chest, but still the boom-boom continues. "Bakit ko palakawalan ang bihag ko? Do you think I'm stupid like you?" I tried to smirked at her even if its's hurt.

Nag-init na naman ang gilid ng mga mata niya. Bahagya siyang tumingala at kumurap kurap. Natawa pa siya. "Gahhd I'm becoming emotional these days." "Tss. Abnormal ka kung hindi. Buti nga di ka nagkukulong sa kwarto mo eh. Ang alam ko kasi, ang mga babae pag broken hearted grabe kung magkulong parang dala ang mundo." Naiiling pa ito. Bahagya siyang natawa.

This was taken also more than 2 years ago at nandoon ako sa office ko. Still not getting what's happening, I tried to watch the slideshow of my stolen pictures years ago. I am not aware what is this all about but I am already trying my best not to be emotional. I keep on telling myself that that's not me. I am not an emotional type of guy but when I saw a picture of shattered mug, my tears just fell. Gusto kong tingnan at hanapin ang dahilan ng mga pictures na ito pero nakalagay sa ilalim ng lahat ng pictures ang isang note na nagsasabing I need to keep watching.

May mga gabi pa ring umiiyak siya. May mga kanta pa ring hindi niya kayang pakinggan. Pero hindi na siya tumatawag. Hindi na siya nagme-message. Hindi na siya umaasa. And that was her first victory. Hanggang sa isang gabi. Umuulan. Of course umuulan. Because heartbreak always loves dramatic timing. May kumatok sa pinto niya. Isang beses. Dalawa. Tatlo. Ayaw niyang tumingin.

Napipikit siya at pilit kinakalma ang sarili pero mas lalong sumasakit ang puso niya sa ginawa. Fuck! So this is what heartbroken feels like? Napangisi siya at agarang binuksan ang pangalawang whiskey at inubos lahat ng laman ng bote. Tulad ng una, binato niya ang iyon at basag na bumagsak sa marmol na sahig. Pinagbabato niya ang bawat mahawakan na bagay at galit na sinigaw ang pangalan nito. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Bakit nito nagawa sa kaniya ang bagay na 'yon? Kahit saan banda niya tingnan hindi niya maintindihan kung bakit.

Dama ko ang paghagulgol ko dahil sa sobrang sakit. The room is broken down into pieces. There's also a fìre. The place looks like a mess. And knowing that Zach is inside of that room makes my heart shattered. It feels like my heart is also broken down into pieces. It feels like my heart is sinking. Zach is gone. He's now gone for good. He's now de@d. And it feels like I dièd too.

Lumakad siya palabas ng malaking building ng wala sa sarili. The weight of her emotions became unbearable. She's devastated. Her heart felt heavy with pain, as if it's been shattered into a million pieces, again.

Tinatanaw ko lamang ang gitna ng dagat kung saan naganap ang pagsabog sa barko. Umiiyak lamang ako habang naaalala ko ang gabing iyon. Ang gabing magkasama kami ni Prince. I holding the picture we had and I placed it into my chest then I hugged it. I'm crying in silent. Labis akong nangungulila sa pagkawala niya. Napahagolgol na lamang ako sa iyak. Habang yakap yakap ko ang larawan namin. The man who I love the most was left me in a painful tragedy. He made me fooled and corny in this romance love story.

Wala akong nasabi, kinain ako ng nararamdaman ko, I was just wordless. The next thing I know, I slammed into the bathroom door. I broke down and cry. I'm barely breathing with a broken heart that's still fucking beating. Hindi ko na yata kaya pang harapin s'ya but I don't have a choice. I have to deal with the man who broke my heart many times. ***