Letters From A Broken Heart Novels & Stories

My nightmares are a collage of regrets resurfacing to remind me who I am and what I destroyed. Memories laced with guilt and pushed away bubble up to the surface and I can't help but relive them. After I got my heart broken watching Theodore get married, I wrote letters upon letters to him. It went on for months on end; a routine filled with writing, stalking, and feeling more disappointed and angry with each passing day. And then one day I finally received a reply. It was his handwriting. I could even smell a whiff of his cologne on it. My anticipation was at an all time high it made my hands tremble as I opened the letter, eager to hear from him for the first time since he left.

The memory of you will always be inside of me. I'm sorry, and thank you for existing and for reciprocating my love. I love you, always. Please don't wait for me. ~ OEL With shaky hands and my heart thumping madly in my chest that my body starts vibrating, I fling the letter away from me and burst into fresh tears. No one has ever hurt me like this before. And the letter, makes it all official that Max is never coming back.

You are the love of my life, Isadora, my mate, and I hope that one day you can find it in your heart to forgive me. Yours forever, Eamon"** Tears welled up in my eyes and my hands trembled as I clutched Eamon's letter, his words echoing in my mind. The thought of him gone, of never seeing him again, was too much to bear. I felt a deep sense of shock and disbelief wash over me, as if the ground had been ripped out from beneath my feet.

she whispers and for a moment my soul leaves my body as I speed home thousands questions swirl in my head. I run into the house and storm to her room, everything looks normal , most of her stuff is still there but there is a letter on the bed. A letter ment to break me. Message : Raphael I love you, I do .. I did since the night you first touched me. I had to leave , I have to do what's right and that's the only way.. I'm sorry... I never wanted to hurt you. I don't want to leave you behind but the line is crossed there is no going back for me anymore, I'm too far in this world to back out now.

I want you right now, lying here with two broken ribs, writing this by hand because my phone won't connect to your new number. If you get this before Saturday, please call me. If you get this after...if this letter finds you too late...I completely understand if you never want to look at me again. But I had to tell you. Seven years of letting you think I just gave up on you is a debt I can't live with anymore. I love you. I haven't stopped for a single day, and I don't think I ever will. Luca I sat on the edge of that tub for a long time, the paper fluttering in my trembling hands. Silent, burning tears spilled over my lashes and tracked hot down my cheeks. Seven years of buried grief ripped

" Stop this Dylan please stop this." "You can't mend a broken glass. I am broken beyond repair." You destroyed me the day I learned to love you. To feel something for you. Then how can you expect me to give you that piece of mine once again when you already broke it with your own hands. _______________________________________ Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback. Spread the purple heart.

Every day I don’t send these is another day I fail to show you. The words broke something inside me. These unspoken words were beautiful. Painful. They showed the man I had fallen in love with fighting to return. Yet they remained unspoken. Unsent. Like so many promises over the years. Beautiful gestures that never fully materialized into consistent change. I closed the journal and returned to bed, curling beside him. My hand rested on his chest, feeling the steady heartbeat. Love and heartbreak tangled fiercely. The romantic night in London, these hidden notes—they fueled the small flame of hope. But the unsent messages to Natasha and the quiet plan I had set in motion reminded me not to ab

Back then, the love story between a third-year finance prodigy and a first-year literature beauty had been blazing and intense. Shane had poured all the romance a student could muster into courting me, writing no fewer than ten thousand handwritten love letters. He proposed the moment I graduated and transferred shares of his startup to me outright. Those first five sweet years turned into endless bitterness the year Fleur returned from abroad with an entire box of letters. Only then did I realize every love letter he had written me was a copy of the ones he had once written her—only the name had been changed. With the current public opinion raging, his words about "having a baby" were hardl

I always do. He sighs, slowly getting up from my bed. I hear his footsteps as they pad across the floor until I hear him out there in the living room. I hear the soft click of the TV turning on and the hum of voices. I open my eyes, looking to the still open doorway to see the lights from TV flashing. If Maverick didn’t know why or how he broke me then who wrote that letter and briefcase of money a couple years ago? Did he even fucking know that he fucked Lily that night he shattered my heart and soul?

He tilted his face up, revealing a scar that ran from his forehead to his brow. "Remember this scar? You got it the third time we divorced. You smashed a vase… but I never blamed you…" "That's because you deserved it," I finally said. "That day, I opened the door and saw Larissa wearing my wedding dress in our bedroom." I broke free from his grasp and, before leaving, glanced back at him one last time. "Love isn't an apology after you hurt someone. I'm not a toy you use and put away. You never understood what love is. Experiencing real love has shown me that what we had wasn’t it."