Heart Break Quotes For Him Novels & Stories

Heartbreak usually comes in different ways. Sometimes, it’s you holding your heart out as it is gushing out with hot tears that is as thick as blood. Sometimes, it is you hurting inside without having enough words to speak outside. All just because everything hurts inside. It was not merry. It was nothing too far, too close. But I just wanted to get away. I was not heartbroken. At least not yet, but I could not say the same for the man I was staring at. The same man I had been staring at for two minutes, which had felt like the first two hours of my first life.

He said. None of us spoke anything after that. I heard the faint sounds of the crickets outside. I looked up at him. My most loyal man. My best friend. Everyone changed their colors at some phase of my life. But this guy he always supported me. "I have something to tell you. " I said with a mouthful of something which didn't taste so good now. Maybe that's what they call the symptoms of a broken heart. "Yes, What's that? " He said with a serious look in his eyes.

He just stared at me. I wiped the traitor tears that escaped from my eyes. “I’m hurting…” I sobbed. “My heart is breaking every time I see you with her. That should be me! I should be the one holding your hand. Not her. But what can I do? I left you. I broke your heart beyond repair.” Why do I have to always break down whenever I talk about my feelings for him? I took a deep breath and smiled weakly. “But I am still happy for you. You deserve it. You deserve to have someone who would never leave you,” I told him.

she shouted. "Shut the fuck up, tell me what's wrong with you" He sighed and hugged me. I don't know why he hugged me but I just let him. "I'm broken sis" he whispered. What the heck? Love is really going to hurt you no matter what you avoid. Is it me? Will Zyrous and I come to that? I hope not. "Why did you break up?" He loosened from hugging me and wrapped both of his arms around my left arm.

The evidence seemed damning, and the weight of the revelation threatened to crush his spirit. The room, once filled with warmth and the echoes of shared laughter, now bore witness to the tempest within his soul. He couldn't contain the surge of emotions that erupted within him. Broken hearted, he lashed out, hurling objects across the room as if trying to expel the pain that clung to him. "Ahhh! Tessa! Why did you hurt me like this?!" he screamed, the anguished cry reverberating through the empty spaces of their home. Each shattered piece of furniture echoed his broken heart.

The man didn't say anything else as he continued drinking. "What's up with you? You should take it easy. Things aren't all that bad. " I tried cheering him up even though I've got my own problems. "I don't need advice from women. Besides all you ever do is hurt those who loves you." I get it. He's suffering from a Heartbreak. Does he know that I'm also going through that too? "I'm also suffering from heartbreak. The man I love left me for another woman and it's so annoying." I told him.

When we were about to reach the hall, he turned back at me and said, "Remeber your father's words and you'll be okay. Everyone inside the hall care for you. They are there for you, they are your people, they are with you. Now come on, make yourself strong." ........................................................... Only a broken heart can understand the other broken heart and has that power to heal the other.

He winces as I use his full name but I don't care any more. “Remember this day. Today, You broke my heart for the first time.”

"There will never be room for another woman. She will always be the one I love." ‘A momentary attraction,’ he said... His words hit me like a freight train, and I almost stumbled backward. God, he probably had no idea how deeply his words cut me. In fact, I wasn't sure if I fully comprehended the extent of my pain. It should be physically impossible to feel one's heart breaking into pieces, but why did it feel like every damn shard was shattering and falling away? Was he actually serious?

“Why can’t I just let it go?” He looks at me, his eyes filled with a tenderness that cuts straight to my heart. “Because you loved him,” he says simply. “And when you love someone, it doesn’t just disappear. Not even when they break you. But that doesn’t mean you have to keep punishing yourself for his mistakes.” I let his words sink in, and for a brief, fragile moment, there’s a spark of something else—a glimmer of hope. But it’s faint, barely a flicker, and I’m not sure I trust it yet. I’m not sure I can.