Novel & Cerita Memories Of A Broken Heart Novel

Then and now. He used to promise her that he won't love any woman other than her. But now, he was telling her that he no longer felt anything towards her. That he had forgotten everything they used to have, and it kept stirring her badly. For her, it will forever be engraved in her mind and heart. Thera began to recall everything- the love he had given to her and the moments they used to share. How her heart skipped a beat when they first held each other's gazes. How his first smile caused her heart to go frantic. Her awkward response to his kisses due to her lack of experience in romance. How could a girl like her ever forget her epic-fail first kiss? Their marriage vows, especially hers, i

"Well, they're not wrong about that." A wave of bitter memories swept over her, each moment another piece of glass slicing at her heart. The memories whirled in her mind—a jumble of pain and betrayal: their first meeting in a busy school hallway, their whirlwind romance ignited by youthful passion, the thrilling rush of love that felt everlasting, the gradual dissolution of trust, whispers of doubt creeping in like vines choking their love, the gut-wrenching heartbreak as their 'forever' shattered, and the final blow of divorce that left her feeling lost.

But every thought, every "eeting image, spiraled back to him, an inescapable gravity pulling her back to the center of her pain. The memories, once asource of comfort, now felt like shards of glass, each one a sharp reminder of what she had lost, what she had foolishly thrown away. The ache in her chest was a constant, dull throb, a phantom limb reminding her she was still alive, still capable of feeling, still vulnerable to the sting of heart-break. The memory of his voice, rough and low, a melody that haunted her wak-ing hours, replayed in her mind, each word a ghost of promisesmade and broken. The wreckage he left behind in the dark, a landscape of shattered trust and broken promises, str

The memories of us are all stored in my heart causing the crack to hurt a little every time I am reminded of them. I was shattered when he left me. Something in me broke so violently that I spent so many times collecting all the broken pieces. Yet, they are still that. Broken pieces. The pieces I have stored. I am not a whole person anymore. There are a few parts of our togetherness and a few of our broken relationship. While the better memories brings a smile to my face it is also true that the memories of him not trusting me and ruining everything because of that stings like the pieces of a shattered glass, the one that drawn out my blood whenever sinks deep in my skin.

I wanted to scream, to rage, to tear the world apart, but all that emerged was a broken sob. The hurt was not only emotional but was a mental, psychological and a physical thing, a crushing weight in my chest, a burning ache in my soul, I felt less of a woman, it seemed like I was losing my mind. It was a dark, suffocating cloud, stealing the air from my lungs and the light from my eyes. Each memory was a shard of glass, twisting in the wound, and I was left bleeding out, not from a physical injury, but from the gaping wound of a shattered heart. The man I was starting to love, the future I'd envisioned, that I thought was going to get better, had crumbled into dust, following the wind like

Eugene said, resting his head against mine as we watched our happy family. Even though we didn't have a fairytale beginning and had a lot of ups and downs in our progressing relationship, we met each other halfway. We were too scared to light the spark between us, afraid it might break us both in the end. And even though we were both broken, Eugene more than me, we took each other's broken pieces and built each other up again. We were two broken hearts who met each other at the most unexpected time, and we each gave our half to the other to mend the broken parts. We were there for each other, sometimes just lagging a bit behind, but we were there. And if this wasn't what one would call love,

I know smoking is not a very good thing for my already damaged heart but it is the pain killer of all the tragic and painful memories that are stuck deep inside my heart and mind. Everyone would doubt a person like me even feels for people but I do. 'hmmmm.... I do not think I can ever get over this' I say silently to myself. 'but at least, this helps to divert my attention' I say as I walk to my table to once again dissolve myself in work, the one thing I have been doing for the past years to temporary get rid of memories I want to forget. Jessa’s POV 'Jennifer!' 'Dorothy'! Both my granny and miss Jackson say just as they see each other, making all heads in the dining room snap to their dir

Then my mind wanders off to Antonio words: "Is not really the matter of being a softy dumbass. I just find the story similar to what happened to you. I'm dead serious! You've got to read this book, perhaps after reading you can tell me if I was wrong or right" I don't know when my fingers has typed the title of the book and it's author and now I was at A****n Kindle page. In the page, the book cover is designed with white background and then it had a broken shaped hearts on the background with the title written in red 'Shattered Hearts' and it's author name below the cover Micaela Alvarado. Seeing this book again sent turbulence to my heart like in the afternoon when I'd seen it.

He hugged me even tighter, while I cried into his chest, finally able to say what I wanted to tell him. "I was right, I was right that you have a part in my life, here in my heart. I didn't say anything because I was afraid I was wrong. When I look into your eyes, I feel like I've done something terrible to you. So I was afraid you would drift further away from me until I knew myself completely. I just thought that... if you were a part of my life, I wanted to remember you so I could apologize for anything I did, if it was acceptable and if you forgave me, I would court you again, make you mine again. But no matter what I did, even if I banged my head against the wall, I couldn't remember yo

I asked him. “I guess so. That was just my hunch. However, there is still possibility that the spell was broken inside you because your heart desires to remember all the memories you have with that person you had forgotten. Sometimes, heart is stronger than the will of the mind,” he replied. Okay, I see.