Deep Words For Broken Hearted Novels & Stories

I was never gonna let him see the effect his damn words did to me that fucking day. “You broke me beyond words, Dexter. You shattered my heart into pieces.” I added and he lowered his head to the ground, as if thinking about my words. “All those times I thought I'd found a lover, someone worth dying for, someone worth losing the throne for…” I paused to clear my throat and that was when it dawned on me that I was already crying. Fuck the damn monthly shit. It's making me emotional again.

, he yelled at me. Those words kept coming back in my mind as if they were sharp knives, that cut every part of me and left a deep hole inside my heart. I was totally broken... Ravaged... Abandoned...

I’m sick of myself, just plain sick and tired. They sure weren’t kidding about heartbreak. My heart, the damn thing, feels torn and tattered in my chest, threatening to leave a gaping hole if I dare to allow myself to care about anything, or anyone, too much. I close my eyes, trying to shut out the pain and misery of what’s become of my life. My insides hurt and I don’t know the reason why anymore. I quake and shiver, not from the cold, but from deep grief for what was and what I know never will be.

In the depths of his despair, he contemplated the meaning of his existence, wondering if life could ever hold meaning without the love that had been ripped from his grasp. But within the depths of his brokenness, a flicker of determination began to ignite. Jaden's pain transformed into a resolute fire, fueled by a newfound resolve. He would not allow his spirit to be extinguished by heartbreak. He would rise above the darkness and find his purpose once more, even if it meant battling the very forces that sought to break him.

However, the reality wasn't like that. Whenever Grace smiled with others, her sincere expression scratched my heart like a knife, piercing my feelings. In that crowd, it was as if my heart became heavier, as if they filled it with an indescribable sense of jealousy. If the heart could show its form, it would definitely appear cracked, like broken glass, depicting the damage that had lasted for years. Since long ago, I've felt broken, my seemingly unchanging physique betraying my ever-shifting feelings. Every day, my mood grew worse, as if I were walking through an endless storm of emotions.

Heartbreak. It comes in many forms. Sometimes at the loss of your mother or sometimes breaking up with your lover. Some would cry all night but would wipe the tears the next morning and start fresh but sometimes they would just let the pain dwell deep within the heart. Days passed into months but the pain would still be there. Raw and potent.

I wanted to live our relationship but he ruined everything and now no matter what nothing will be fixed ever again . After my heart broke I bled an ocean through my eyes. My soul felt wafer thin. My body trembled and chilled. Yet even this magnitude of grief passes. And while it does, we learn more about pain than we ever wanted to know. Then we remember it. Broken hearted is not a destination, yet a difficult road that often appears at the feet, that must be walked in order to get to a better future. We can pad our shoes with good memories to absorb the shock, or let our soles feel the full pain of this change in terrain. At times we alternate between the two. As the days become months and

Like something in him had given up. Like I had become too heavy to carry. I remember the way my coffee went cold. The sound of my heart breaking wasn’t loud. It was silent. Just a small, soft crack somewhere deep inside. And now, the one person who saw me at my worst is gone. And all I have left is this ache. This space in my chest that used to be filled with hope. I thought he was forever. But maybe forever just means “until you’re too broken to love.” Just when I’m about to give in — when I start wondering if maybe it would be easier to let go and sink beneath the water forever — my phone starts ringing.

As if they'd never curled their sweat dampened bodies around each other, lost in their little bubble where the outside world couldn't pierce through. He did what had to be done, even though he hated himself. He'd earned a degree in the field of breaking hearts. He could blame his family for their breakup all he wants but it didn't change the fact he hurt her badly. After what he did to Gabrielle courtesy of his parent he never intended to see her. But there she was, standing two feet apart from him. He remembered the promises he made to her, he swore to protect her when the world wasn't in her Favour and he failed to do that. He didn't deserve to see her again, not now not ever.

Their faces were a mixture of shock and surprise, never expecting to look up to find me watching them f**k. As I stood there, my eyes locked on their form, horror coursed through my veins. I couldn't tear my gaze away from the sight of Devin's naked body intertwined with that of the other woman. It was an image that seared into my mind, etching pain and betrayal deep into my heart. My heart felt like it was being ripped apart, each beat causing excruciating pain. A loud sob escaped my lips, the sound a raw manifestation of the fire burning in my chest, reducing me to ashes. Was this what heartbreak felt like? I never imagined it could be so agonizing.