Heart Breaker Romane & Geschichten

Heartaches, it comes and goes. A normal feeling, like someone was stabbing his heart. That striking ache like someone had stabbed so deep into his heart, it breaks in two. The amount of hurt he felt was to the extreme that it has another name for that type of heartache. A Broken Heart.

CHAPTER 43 Caraphernelia Caraphernelia - a broken-heart disease that occurs whenever someone leaves you, but leaves all of their things behind 43 "Tell me to leave." He says. I didn't answer. "Push me away. Treat me like a complete shit like how I treated you before." he says. I didn't answer again. He looks at me and my eyes couldn't look away. Oh Nick I can't do that. Even if you hurt me, I can't hurt you like that cos I love you and I'm too scared of pushing you away cos I know you won't come back.

why you choosen him over me is he that better than me what the hell made you think of him as your life partner do you ever know how much it hurts me its hurting this pain killing me from deep inside of my heart what you're gonna name this pain why you did this didn't you ever feel my love for you did I ever done any wrong with feelings what thing I lack of you choosed him over me why??? deep inside my heart its screaming to let you know my love but I can't loose you I can't live without you why no one ever said about the pain of heart break may be because the only who experience it may know the real pain behind every heartbreak my pain behind my smile everyday but a little hope one day you m

"I'm sorry Charity, I won't be going to the victim's home today. Something came up. We'll go some other time" I think the phrase, shattering of heart is a bit too underrated and considered too literal, used in literary works and in certain kind of situations to prove how pleasant our grasp of good grammar is cause I can testify that my heart practically broke into a million pieces that all the glue in the world wouldn’t even dare put together if they tried as I read through Detective Roman's message that morning.

"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."

He ran a trembling hand through his hair, trying to breathe, but every inhale felt like glass scraping down his throat. He thought he had hit rock bottom days ago. He realized now that heartbreak had deeper levels,darker, more silent rooms he hadn’t known existed. His vision blurred slightly, but he forced the tears back. He wouldn’t cry. Not again. Not over the same woman who had broken him twice in one lifetime. But he couldn’t look away from the screen. Not yet. Not when the caption refreshed before his eyes, updated with a new tag. One that burned. @AkihikoTakedaOfficial

she answered. “Why did you break up?” “He cheated on me.” Brenden jerked his head to look at her, a loaf of bread in his hands. “Then the guy is a fucking idiot. You know that, right?” Irene snorted without any humor. She took the bread from Brenden’s hand so that she could pull it away. “That’s sweet of you to say, Brenden. But trust me, things weren’t that great between us for a while. It shouldn’t have been a surprise.”

Liam shouted and for the umpteenth time, they all gasped but I didn't, because I know that it's true, I'm the reason why his dad is in danger, but what is this feeling inside me? Liam is really an assassin. He takes an inside job to attack one so resilient to emotional injury. That is my heartbreak, to know he is the tool of my greatest pain, my lover. I could be hurt in any way by another and still bounce right back, but he can do far worse with just a few small words. He don't mean them, I know it - in a way that makes it worse but I can't stop the pain, I can't prevent my heart from shattering, even if I tried to shove from the back of my hear his small words, they are still like a knife

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.

"Then you are happy, and we call it in love. Got it?" Chasm nodded again. "Okay, but then you find out they didn't like you at all. They didn't love you. They lied to you, and it hurts so much you think that your heart is breaking inside your body. But it's not broken. The organ beats and all that, but with every breath you take, it hurts. Sometimes you wish you could just curl up and die." "You call this mental pain a broken heart?" "Yeah," Sloan smirked. "And the best cure is a bottle of whisky."