Heartbroken Pictures Novels & Stories

That right now, being in this bar, surrounded by people, we both actually wish we weren't here. But being here is better than being at home. Home is where everything starts to close in on you and starts to be completely unbearable. That's the thing though about heartbreak, it doesn't just go away when you leave the house. Although I'm sure we both wish it would right now. Nataranta naman siya. Hindi alam kung aaluin ako o pababayaan nalang. Ang sakit sakit. Ang bigat sa dibdib. Patuloy ang pagtulo ng mga luha ko. Bakit sila ganyan?

This was taken also more than 2 years ago at nandoon ako sa office ko. Still not getting what's happening, I tried to watch the slideshow of my stolen pictures years ago. I am not aware what is this all about but I am already trying my best not to be emotional. I keep on telling myself that that's not me. I am not an emotional type of guy but when I saw a picture of shattered mug, my tears just fell. Gusto kong tingnan at hanapin ang dahilan ng mga pictures na ito pero nakalagay sa ilalim ng lahat ng pictures ang isang note na nagsasabing I need to keep watching.

Idinilat ko ang aking mga mata, saka tumingin sa kamay niya na aking hawak-hawak, saka iyon mahinang pinisil. "Na-trauma kasi ako. Pakiramdam ko, ang dali-dali kong iwan," Tipid akong ngumiti habang nakatingin pa rin sa kanyang kamay. "Si Papa ang greatest heartbreak ko," muli akong nag-angat nang tingin saka itinuon ang aking paningin sa takipsilim na nasa aming harapan.

Tumango lang si Enrico at hinayaan na siyang umalis. Taas baba ang dibdib niya, pilit na pinapakalma ang sarili. He won't know how much her heart hurts. It was as if someone had grabbed an axe and ripped open her chest, severing her heart into two pieces and leaving her body damaged. Her heart was filled with blood. She gripped the broken heart in her hands, writhing in agony as she noticed that each petal was still actively flowing. “Enrico..." nulong ni Carmina sa kanyang puso, “We are a good couple, how can we just divorce?”

Lumabas ako sa kwarto ng anak ko at doon naibuhos ko na ang iyak ko. I was sobbing hars. I thought he didn't know. Pumunta ako sa kwarto ko at kinuha ang nag-iisang picture namin. I crampled it. What's the point of keeping this picture in the first place? To brake me? And now it's not just me, my son as well. I'm sorry anak. I didn't know that you were also broken. Sa nalaman mo, it must've hurt you a lot.

And I'll always love you Deep inside this heart of mine I do love you And I'll always need you And if you ever change your mind I'll still, I will love you I wish you'd never left me but love's a mystery You can break a heart so easily Oh the days and nights reveal how much I feel for you Time has come for me to see how much your love has meant to me Hindi ko maiwasang hindi mapangiti na parang baliw. Parang kinikilig ako sa kanta kaso wala naman akong love life. Ewan ko na lang kasi sa sarili ko nababaliw na yata ako.

Ang unfair ng mundo. Biglang hinawakan ni Syren ang kamay ko dahilan upang lingunin ko siya. “It’s okay to cry… It’s okay to be sad, it’s okay to feel unloved, it’s okay to have a broken heart. Because if you don’t feel all that sadness, loneliness, girl, you’ll never know what real love means.” Syren sincerely remarks.

You wash my pain when I see you smile. Bumubuhos ang luha sa mga mata ko habang binabasa iyon. She was hurt and suffering even before. Dahil sa mga taong nakapaligid sa kanya. Taong itinuring niyang pamilya pero walang malasakit sa kanya. The next picture hit me the hardest. It was me in a mess. Nasa sulok ako. Duguan ang mukha at marumi ang damit. That time, nakipagsuntukan ako kay Edward. She captioned it again.

Tila napagtanto din niya na tama pala ang sinasabi ng ama niya kagabi na malaki ang kaniyang pinayat at parang lantang gulay na walang kabuhay-buhay. Ganito pala talaga ang pakiramdam kapag broken hearted. Tama nga sila, kahit anong pilit mong maging matatag sa harap ng ibang tao pero kapag magulang o kapamilya mo na ang kaharap mo, hindi mo namamalayang lumuluha ka na pala. Ang sabi nito sa kaniyang isipan habang nakaharap pa rin siya sa salamin at hinahawakan ang sariling mukha. Kailangan mo maging matapang, Mara. Tama si Mama, pagsubok lang iyan at malalagpasan mo rin iyan kaagad.

It was her picture, but then I noticed who reacted and liked the photo. ‘It was Piere…’ Akala ko ba hindi niya gawain ‘to? Matagal akong napatitig sa litratong iyon. ‘What makes him like her photo?’ I bit my lip as I felt a surge of sadness in my heart. It felt like my heart was teared into pieces. It shattered like a damn fragile glass. ‘Does he find her attractive? Does he find Kristine beautiful on her photos?’ Damn it. Naibaba ko na lang ang iPad.