Novel & Cerita Heartbroken Letters To My Ex

' He mentally read the letter that she left for him, he knows what will be the contents inside just by reading the introduction, As he can feel how his heart kept on hurting, the more he reads the contents that Alicia Handwritten for him, when he's still unconscious, The moment he woke up from the hospital bed, he is hoping to see her, awaiting for him to be awoken, but the only thing she had left for him, as a letter about them breaking up 'I'm sorry, I don't have any other choice but to break up with you, you'll suffer much more if you stay with me....and I'll be sad if you do, please understand and always remember I only Love you, from the bottom of my heart and I'm sorry' He was sad....

Overwhelmed with joy, I burst into tears. When we got home, I noticed a letter crammed into the mailbox. I pulled it out and read it. "Mariah, it's been two years. Not a day has passed where I don't dream of the moment you jumped off that rooftop in front of me. I can't imagine how much it must have hurt, and I'm even more afraid to think about how desperate you must have been. It's been two years, and every day, I feel a pain so deep I can hardly breathe. Now, karma has come for me, and I've fallen into the same despair. Mariah, please, I just want to see you one last time. I'm begging you, please."

So going well on my way to being drunk at ten in the morning, I scratch around for my box with the letters to my boy. After finding the pen and the book, I decide to put down the final words I will ever tell Isabella. I have decided I am now leaving her for good this time. She cannot tell me she loves me, and I cannot live with someone that does not care. "Dear Isabella, I still call you my girlfriend, but you are my ex now, even though I can't seem to get used to calling you that. Do you know how badly you hurt me? I cried so much because of you, and you didn't care about my tears.

[I longed for you like a breath of fresh air on warm summer eve; Your voice, your touch, and your scent are seared in my bone, I loved you the way the sun refused to set on a summer night; Your eyes, your lips, and your heart reject every shade of my tone, I miss you as the earth yearned for water in a drought; Twenty-four months later and I’m still alone. Goodbye, Edmund.] Tears streamed down my cheeks as I folded the parchment into a butterfly origami. I knew my ex-husband loved literature. And like a pathetic fool, I wished that it would reach him—for the first and the last time.

I loosen my fist, fingers aching, and the notes flutter down to the floor. I pick them up slowly. Gently. Like they’re made of glass. Or bombs. The first is short, matching crooked handwritten from the last note. ‘You stopped reading my letters, it makes me so sad. So sad I might just come and take you.’ It’s true.

I miss just being around you. I know you're busy with your new life, but I just wish you would make some time for me. I'm here for you, no matter what. I hope you'll reach out soon. I miss you. Love always, Ian My heart was breaking, reading Ian's letters. He was hurt, thinking that I didn't want him anymore. I hated that he had felt that way, that he thought these things. I wished he could have known how desperately I needed him back then, how much I missed him.

I know she wrote it before our breakup, but still somehow I feel this is a sign… A God sent. ….. ‘Okay.. Jacob.. so this is my second attempt. And I hope I get it right this time. I am not old school like you… So this is the first time! Like Ever! Ever! Ever! I am writing a letter to someone. I am doing this because I am nervous and exhausted. Nervous because I am not sure how you will take it. Nervous because it’s probably not fair on you to unload my burden so I can feel a relief.

Dear Max. I thought I would start this letter by telling you I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you thought you couldn't trust me enough to tell me you were taking Sarah, I'm sorry you didn't think I'd understand or maybe my problems got the better of our relationship but I loved you. Being your pen pal enemy and then you being a constant ass to me and then being a friend to me falling in love with you was obviously gods way of putting us together and I'm not religious. I'm not even close to it but I always say everything happens for a reason and I think this is my final goodbye letter to you.

" Their housekeeper beamed stopping him to dial again looking at her intently. James stared at the envelope she was holding uncomfortably clutching his chest. His hands were trembling as he took the paper and slowly opened it. Dear Mom & Dad, I'm sorry for doing this for the second time around, but I know you can understand me. I will return when my heart and mind are ready. I will try to pick up the pieces of my heart shattered into pieces. I know it will be hard for me to do that, but for my children, I will be strong. I hope you will also take care of yourself and continue to fight.

I wandered closer and realized they were not just papers, they were mails sent off to someone and there had to be a thousand of them from the way they were stacked from the floor up above the table. I picked up a letter, coughing from all the dust billowing around me. It was the most recent and it was dated the day I had arrived for my interview with Mia. It was no surprise that the letter held words addressed to Sarah, from Lucas, telling her how much he missed her, how much he wanted to have her back, how hurt he still was that she had ended their marriage, and the one that hurt most, how he could never let anyone else into his heart because she owned his heart.