I Can Do It With A Broken Heart Meaning Novels & Stories

I stand up and walk slowly to him, I hold his hand again, resting my forehead on his back feeling his breathing, “pain doesn't define us Justin, it makes us stronger” He turns to me, his eyes dim, glossy with tears, “who broke us?” he says softly, touching my face softly. His touch was raw, deep, painful, he didn't move, he just stared at me with a sad face…I could feel it. “I have been broken a long time ago, I always say my heart doesn't even beat anymore that's how damaged I am” I chuckle wryly, “there's no point in having a heart right? Cara thinks I'm heartless, my mother thinks I lack compassion and you…you think I'm just…stock up”

Like my family - shattered but still there. Like my marriage - broken but worth fighting for. Like my heart, destroyed but somehow still beating.

He shall not break in front of me no matter what I do to him. Does this break my heart? Of course, it does; it is shattering it into more pieces than it is made of. It is like crumpling up a piece of paper, you can smooth it over, but it shall never be the same. What has been said is done; there is no way that I can take it back.

Maybe that's one of the reasons why I manage to fall in love with Elia; he's far from the guys I've met—there are probably better men out there but for now, Elia is all I see. We've gone through a lot of happiness and sadness, almost leaving us with nothing to feel. Apparently, we're too broken—only pretending to be happy when we're actually dying. Our hearts are broken into two. He got his heart broken by his first love while I got mine broken by him, seem realistic enough? How can I love someone who has broken my heart? Simple. I just do.

Not finding a word to say at the moment. “There are some things that can't be amended, like a broken glass or plate can’t be fixed, a shredded piece of paper can’t be fixed except by being torn off slightly, a worn out clothes can’t return to their old sparkling color, and lastly, a broken heart that’s filled with anger and hatred can never be clouded with love and concern. You failed your sister Emilia, so it will take you a while to be on her good terms again,” Beta Lucky said before walking past her. Heading up to his room. What he just said was the pure truth. Not everything can be fixed or repaired, especially when it involves the heart.

The impact shattered not only my hand but also my already broken heart. "I can't live without you, baby boy," I whispered, feeling lost and alone…

"It's not my fault you are miserable… Okay, it kinda is but it's not my fault you chose to kiss him over running around naked—" "On a football field! Neo!" I shouted. "And this is no longer about the kiss, it's about my heart—" "And so?" Sighing, I massaged my forehead, lifting myself to sit. "Look, there's nothing wrong in getting your heart broken, it's nothing. If you think that you can survive in this world without heartbreak, then you are not human. It's normal for people who have a heart. Just look at me, I've gotten my heart broken twice, and I've broken about thirty-five girls' hearts all my life—"

And where he probably is now. I shift to the next page. "Like a punch to a mirror, my heart is shattered. Betrayed and stabbed in the back, it was merely deceit. I am a broken man who can never be fixed. I showed him what it means to be loved, and he showed me why he had never had it."

Even if it destroyed me in the process. Even if it shattered the last fragile remnants of my broken, battered heart beyond repair.

“I’ll spend the rest of my life proving you wrong. But you have to give me a chance.” The doubts rush out of my lips. I can’t help saying, “I really, really cannot handle any form of heartbreak this time, Cal. If... if you break my heart, I’ll probably die.” His lips pull into a smile that never forms. “I’m serious. People can die of a heartbreak and I’ll die of one if you break my heart again.”