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“I wish I was with you instead of here. She’s so boring, so plain… you make me feel alive again.” “Don’t worry, I’ll leave her soon. I don’t love her anymore. I only stay because it’s convenient for now.” “She gave me everything, yes, but she has nothing left to give. You are the only one I want now.” “Our anniversary today? It means nothing to me. I’m only pretending. I’d rather be with you than anywhere else.” I dropped the phone. It fell to the floor with a loud crash, but I couldn’t hear anything over the sound of my own heart shattering into a million pieces.

Jordan said, causing everyone to laugh, as Brooklyn went ahead to switch off the lights. Just then, the movie began, and Micheal wrapped his arm on my shoulder as my back rested on his body. Ha. I hope this moment is going to last forever and ever. I never want this peace to end. … Author Tina Nwuba: “And this is it, readers. We have come to the end of, “Don't Break My Heart”. Don't forget to check out my other books. And thanks for all your support”.

"I won't be around to look after you anymore. Take care of yourself. Your back acts up when it rains, so remember to apply a hot compress when it happens. You always suffer from migraines too. Don't forget to keep your medication by your bedside…" I replied with a message I had prepared long ago. There was no reply from her for a long while. Perhaps she was reminiscing about the kindness I had once shown her. I didn't think much of it. After getting home and taking a shower, I went straight to bed. When I checked my phone the next morning, I realized that Vivian had sent me a text in the middle of the night. "I was the one who failed you. If I were given a second chance, I'd marry you. But I

He sniffed, and my heart broke, "I'm doomed. This is the end for me, my love." I felt my heart shatter.

I glanced around the familiar room, eyes landing on a carefully decorated box Bertrand had once prepared. Inside were envelopes—his love letters to me—and a custom-made rose crystal necklace. It was a gift to mark our 100th day together. He once said, "Annie, you're a passionate rose. And I want to be the one who holds it close." After that, he wrote me a love letter every so often. But ever since Marina entered the picture, the letters came less and less.

"In the silent alleys of the heart, Trapped is a deep pain. A love once so pure and beautiful, Now torn apart by hidden lies. Lips that once whispered eternal promises, Now break the shackles of trust. Your heart is broken by betrayal, A wound not easily healed. Tears flow like a rushing river, Flooding every corner of your empty heart. Disappointment and anger fill the recesses of your soul, eroding the warmth you once felt. In the darkness, you wail alone, whimpering of loss beyond measure. And yet, from the devastation emerges." "Inside her silenced chest, The wife cries in the dark. Her heart is cut, an invisible wound, When love once so strong, Now withers and fades, like a dead flower.

Love burns like a candle That sometimes flickers but never dies. Love may be invisible, Although it's right before your eyes, Love can leave you empty, Love can make you whole. Love can make or break you, Love is in your soul. ....

I was in the bathroom in my apartment, water cascading over me, when those words resurfaced. "If I were to say it in plain English, I can't stop thinking about you. But in the realm of poetry, I would say that since we met, I couldn't focus all day at work in your absence. Finding the right words to express my love for you is a challenge, for whenever we're alone, my mind seems to cease functioning. Everyone here knows me well, and for quite some time, I had fallen out of love. It seemed impossible for me to feel that way again, despite the presence of beautiful women. My heart had closed indefinitely, as if the goddess of love had journeyed far away. But on that first day I laid eyes on you

Yourself, body and soul. A broken heart loves deeper once mended. A mended heart knows real love is worth the price of shattering once more

“You can’t shoulder the blame, so you're just trying to put the fault on someone else. Good thing Nellana isn’t here to see the woman you’ve become.” “You don’t mean that…” I whispered, a single tear falling from my eye. He shrugged. “I'm done talking.” He turned around and hurried upstairs. I fell to the ground as I broke down in tears, my own words echoing in my ears. ‘Even if it’s going to be heartbreaking with Ethan, I’d take all the pain…’ Could I actually do it, because right now I felt like giving up. Bryce had said something right after all. What was the point of all of this if he didn’t love me anymore?