Novel & Cerita Heal A Broken Heart Poem

His heart was set in stone, he will have her again, one way or another. She was standing in front of his mended heart, his journey had come into full circle. It was exactly like he had imagined it. The person who broke his heart into a million pieces was there to witness what has came out of it. She was his love, his muse, his executioner, his savior, and all the universe had conspire to bring him back to the one that will be the gold that fills the cracks of his broken heart.

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I am trying really hard to bridle my temper right now and believe me, it is taking every ounce of myself control. I just want to pounce on his neck and choke the life out of him. I am so fucking tempted and I am afraid if I turn to look at him I won't have it in me to stop. Where in hell did he get the audacity to show up in my hotel room even after the pain that he has caused me? Not that it would have changed anything, but he should have at least given me time to heal. The wound is still fresh and so fucking painful. How do you even heal from this? How do you heal from a broken heart, a heart that is shattered into bitsy microscopic pieces?

I smiled. Taking a seat on the piano, I closed my eyes and placed my hand on the keys. Humming the rhythm before I started singing. 🎶It’s not easy to keep a heart warm. When all I can feel is harm. It’s funny how love builds me. Only to leave me broken and defeated. All this pain I feel, it’ll be gone in a bliss. This cold blanket surrounds me. It’ll soon be gone and I’ll find peace.🎶 ~~

He even convinced the system to play the role of a fictitious first love to deepen the wound. To provoke me even more, the system chose an appearance similar to my eyes. The effect was significant. In the days that followed, it seemed like I was the only one suffering. But in reality, we were torturing each other. Still, there was something strange about me. My love was deep, but my hatred was shallow. So Freddie had no choice but to get rid of the camellia tree we had planted together, the symbol of our bond. When the petals fell, my Heartbreak Level soared to almost 90.

It felt like that as he was hugging. “There is something I should make clear to you” he said. “And what is that?,” I asked him, and he got closer, and I could hear his breathing. “You can break my heart over and over again. You can walk all over it, cut it into a million pieces. But just know that when it heals, it will always beat for you and no one but you,” he said. He then let go, I turned and looked at him and I could tell he meant every word.

You don't need work at this point in your life" My conscience spoke up "And why?" "Because it's useless, all that will be in your head is John you can't even concentrate on work" "I doubt that.." "What you need now is to heal…" "It's not that easy…" "It can be if you give it a chance" "And by chance you mean?" "A sweet Rebound is what you need for your broken heart" I thought about it for a while and my eyes snapped open in excitement, throwing the duvet away, I sat up on the bed feeling happy

Andien wasn't even sure she had a reason to. "I'm worried about being tempted and hurt again, Hanna," Andien replied, provoking a grin from Hanna. "Do you still love him?" Hanna asked curiously. "Kenan is not an ordinary man. Who couldn't be attracted to him and fall in love with him? I'm certainly not immune to his charms. I'm afraid it's not Kenan I can conquer, it's me who gets hurt again," Andien replied weakly. "What are you going to do then?"

"I'm sorry. I know that what I did was wrong. Can't we go back to how we used to be back then?" I looked at her and lightly shook my head. "We can never go back, Queenie Blackrose," I replied. "From the moment you posted the first photo of you and him on your Instagram account and chose to lie to me, we could never, ever go back to the past again." Misty sighed and said, "Nessie, know that trust, once broken, can never be put back together again."

“Grief, alcohol, and loneliness do terrible things to people. It does not excuse the act—but it explains the man you were that night.” James looked at him hopelessly. “She will never forgive me.” Mr. Salvador sighed heavily. “She has every right not to.” He sat beside him. “My heart breaks for Sarah,” he said quietly. “And it breaks for you too. Some wounds take years to heal. Some take a lifetime.” He placed a hand over James’s. “All we can do now is give her space. Show her, through actions—not words—that no one will hurt her again. That you are not that man anymore.”