Letter For Broken Hearted Novels & Stories

I hurt him deeply, and I'll regret it for the rest of my life. I know this letter will come as a shock, maybe even anger you. But I needed you to know the truth. I needed you to understand that I was broken, lost, and desperately trying to cope with the unimaginable. I am so sorry, Kamille. I am so incredibly sorry. With deepest regret, Theresa” That was the last letter and Chaos broke down.

"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—"

Was she suffering? Suddenly, the previous police officer handed Beverley a piece of paper. “Miss, perhaps you should read this.” Beverley took it immediately. It was Emma’s handwritten letter. The woman had written it to James and Beverley. She quickly read it. Emma: If you found this letter, then I should be gone. I’m sorry, James. I’m sorry, Bev. I must have shocked you. For years, my life was destroyed. My heart was dead. I tried to love, but all I saw were the terrifying shadows of the past. I was too broken to ever love again.

And filled with love. I broke down in sobs of realization.

I’d given my heart to the woman I loved and believed was my soulmate, and now it was shattered by a few cruel words on a page. Pulling myself together, I went to the bookshelf and grabbed a notebook and a pen. I wrote quickly, desperate for her to hear me out. I poured every ounce of my emotion into that letter. Tears fell onto the paper as I wrote, causing the ink to smudge. I had no idea if she would ever come back to find it.

“We have something special, Emily. I didn’t know when it happened but—” Emily's face suddenly morphed into someone I didn't recognize–the face of a broken and angry woman. “But it seems like you can never get enough of him? I'm not good at giving love advice but please bear this in your mind, never force anything especially you’re feelings. Just let it bloom on its own violation. Nothing will come good if you force it and cover your pain and sadness with what he was giving you right now. It’ll only bring confusion and disappointment, so let it be. If it’s meant to be, it will be.”

Her heart seems to be breaking into pieces, making her feel numb. Midnight neighed, seeming to feel its owner's desolation. ****😳😢😳****

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

"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.

Page, wanting to know it's content went to sit beside him. ‘My dearest friend,’ the letter began. ‘My heart and soul are broken and I am short of words. Everything I did and uttered, I did out of stupidity and shortsightedness. Find it in your heart to forgive me for all I did to you best friend. Wishing so much that I could be whipped for all I did is not enough. I am going somewhere far away to punish myself in loneliness and set my head straight. I hope that when I return to America, you would come to see me. Your forgiveness I plead for lastly, again.’