How Can I Love The Heartbreak Novels & Stories

“Thank you for giving me a chance.” “You know my heart is broken. It won't be easy to be in a relationship with me.” I said in a low voice and he cupped my face between his palms. “There is no heart which is never broken. If there is no heartbreak then how will someone mend it? I can't change your past or remove it from your heart but I can replace them with beautiful memories. I will love you so much that you will forget every pain. You will only remember the happy moments we spent with each other.”

However, it had gone cold. As I didn't have the strength to hold the cup steady, it hit the floor and shattered into pieces. Just then, my phone buzzed nonstop with messages from the work group chat. "Quick, check social media. Did Mr. Bender just announce he's dating Ms. Hubbard?" The word "dating" hit me like a knife to the heart. With trembling hands, I clicked into Lily's profile. She'd posted a photo of a gemstone necklace with the caption, "First month with my boyfriend and I'm already getting such an expensive present! I'm so happy!"

"Thank you..." When heart is broken it fallen into pieces. You feel so cold, so hopeless, and so down. You felt like you lost your happiness. It's like a fire that will burn you into ashes. The only thing you can see is darkness and emptiness. But when the pieces put back together, it forms a strong bond. It lightens up the whole world around you, and each other will feel a different kind of joy. A different kind of fire that will warm your cold and empty heart. And one kissed of love, the heart becomes whole. "You fix me my love." I whispered. He smiled and kissed me again. The End.

This I how it works; you love until you don't, and if you do love - you'd sacrifice anything and everything to keep that feeling - until your last dying breath, praying to God that you won't get harmed. But even if you do - you'll do it all over again. Because that's how love works. Love comes knocking when you're not expecting it — it creeps upon you, and you can't do anything but welcome it and grow with it, letting it take you places you've never been, praying it doesn't live you in pieces in the end. But I know it's better to experience the heartbreak knowing you've loved so full it hurts this beautifully instead of not loving at all, unfamiliar with the feeling.

I completely forgot that people spoke their minds while intoxicated. The look that he gave me suggested that if there was even the slightest possibility of him forgiving me before she came in, it was all gone now. “I’ll see you during the game, Blake. And my request from earlier still stands: let’s break up.” I had heard others talk about heartbreak that was crippling and I thought they were just exaggerating. In that moment though, when the love of my life stormed out of one of my best friends’ kitchen, I understood what it meant to be paralyzed by a heart that was shattering into a million irreparable pieces and not be able to do a damn thing about it.

A heartbreaker will never be able to mend a broken heart. I haven't finished rupturing yet. Although the clunks and crashes of disintegrating parts of me have stopped, my muscles are still quivering. Occasionally, I'd hear fragments crumbling into even tinier shreds as they fell to the ground. The pillars of my hopes and the foundation of my worth have yet to crumble, and the agony is being prolonged and exacerbated as a result of this gradual, piecemeal collapse. My heart has not yet recovered from the pain of loss. I couldn't sleep at night because I could hear its growl so loudly in the distance. Your name would scream from the rooftops, and none of the songs on our playlist could calm my

And most of all, I can't help it when the love of my life can't love me back. 'God, I'm turning into a sap,' I thought bitterly. What can you do? No matter how tough you are, when a heart gets broken like shattered glass, it can't be undone. You'd break down, forget who you are, or what you stand for, and end up like a pile of shit. After today's stunt, never again will I break down. I'm not going back that road never, ever again... for her.

"And by the end he confessed that he loved me and I didn't know how to react to it," I felt numb and a silent observer of my heartbreak. It was as if I could hear the sound of my heart shattering, not unlike the sharp crack of a wooden bat connected with a baseball. But no, it was messier than that. It was more like the relentless pounding of rain from a powerful thunderstorm on a tin roof, each dropping a hammer blow until the surface shattered into billions of tiny fragments. Fragments of my heart that I couldn’t piece back together by myself.

I wish I was more sensible. I take another huge gulp from the champagne bottle, then groan loudly afterwards. I feel like I'm being ripped apart from the inside. Nothing in my entire life has ever hurt this bad. Absolutely nothing. Heartbreak is the worst pain imaginable. I never thought it was but now that I'm feeling it, I know it is. Indigo hates me now. There's no coming back from that. I bet she's going to move on from me sooner than later, leaving me alone in despair.

The place was near the woods so it was almost an isolated place. “Give me a chance to mend your broken heart.You know why hearts broke so that someone can mend it. If I'm not a bad person then give me a chance to mend your heart. I like you, and trust me I won't break your heart. If I ever do then you can kill me with your bare hands.”