Broken Hearts Are For Novels & Stories

I exhaled through my noes, trying to collect my thoughts and feelings that felt like they were all over the place. I licked my lips, "Loving someone hurts. We're all shaped by some incredible sadness, by a part of our past that still and may always hurt. Not being with you is what hurts, Tiffany. You're like broken glass, I'll still touch you knowing I may get hurt but I'm not worried about that." Tiffany sighed deeply, her head resting on me still, "Being away from you has taught me that I much rather risk getting hurt than risk losing you by staying away."

I didn't give her that juice whenever she breaks her heart, I gave her that whenever I break mine. It just so happens that we always break each other's hearts back then and we're still doing it only this time for someone else.

Jordan said, causing everyone to laugh, as Brooklyn went ahead to switch off the lights. Just then, the movie began, and Micheal wrapped his arm on my shoulder as my back rested on his body. Ha. I hope this moment is going to last forever and ever. I never want this peace to end. … Author Tina Nwuba: “And this is it, readers. We have come to the end of, “Don't Break My Heart”. Don't forget to check out my other books. And thanks for all your support”.

"I just hope it hits hard enough to shatter you into pieces," Instead of anger, her face broke into a sweet, almost innocent smile, the contrast jarring. Then, her eyes locked onto Archie's, her voice taking on a softer, almost wistful tone. "Take care, ex. All the best. You'll know the truth one day, and maybe by then, it'll be too late; your heart will already be in pieces."

“But it’s hard… to let go. To forgive myself for what happened.” Sophia’s heart squeezed at the pain in his voice. She reached out, placing a hand on his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips. “We’ve both made mistakes,” she said softly. “But the past doesn’t have to define us. We can move forward. Together.” The word hung between them, heavy with promise and uncertainty. Together. Could they really find a way to move beyond the betrayal, the secrets, and the guilt that had shaped their lives for so long?

She hugged her knees, her heart shattering in the quiet. They were both shaking, breaking. Two hearts torn apart by distance, silence, and words they couldn’t take back.

Would you promise to wait when this soul of mind is failing? It's hard for me to believe this thing we've discovered is real. And although you are true, my heart needed time to heal. (chorus) repeat twice Said I wouldn't, Said I wouldn't babe, Said I wouldn't fall in love again. I said I wouldn't fall in love, but it's crazy I feel it deep within. I said I wouldn't fall in love, but I was wrong. Tippa's eyes watered as she began to clap for his performance.

{song recommendation: Landfill by daughter} "Baby I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. You know your the only girl I want." Johnson said frantically. "Obviously not Jack. You slept with Ella of all people. Ella! One of my best friends. How could you?" She asked as more tears escaped her eyes. Johnson looked down in disappointment. Probably disappointed in himself. "I'm sorry." He said barely audible to hear over the loud music. "I fucking hate you!" She said as she ran out of the house in tears with me following her.

He looked torn, the haze of confusion slightly lifting. But Celestia was not to be outdone. With a flick of her wrist, the sky darkened, revealing a memory of Richard, anguished and broken, from the time he'd handed me the divorce papers. The pain in his eyes was evident. I flinched, that day was one of our most painful moments. "Why show this?" I challenged. "Because memories aren't just about happiness," Celestia responded coolly. "They are made of pain, regret, and loss. To truly break the harp's spell, you must confront them all."

Izzy Pov... In the caverns of her chest, a once vibrant heart now lay shattered, its fragmented pieces scattered across the desolate landscape of her soul. Each jagged edge of pain bore witness to the relentless onslaught of disappointment and loss, carving a deep chasm within that seemed to swallow any semblance of joy. Her constant cries aren't enough to heal her callous shattered heart. The weight of unspoken grief anchored her spirit, its heaviness an ever-present reminder of the ache that seemed to seep into every fiber of her being.