Mending A Broken Love Novels & Stories

Then she said, "When I was young, my grandmother told me something. She said the strongest bonds aren't the ones that never break. They're the ones that get broken and then mended. They're stronger at the break." I frowned. "What does that mean for Selene?" "It means she's broken. Deep down, in places she can't reach. If you want to truly defeat her, you don't kill her. You mend her." My mother's eyes were sad. "But that's the hardest thing in the world. Mending someone who hates you." I thought about that. About Selene's face when I showed her the truth. The tears. The confusion. For one moment, she had felt something real.

"I would never toy with you." "Then why did you leave?" The words came out before she could stop them. "You left and you never came back and you never explained and you never..." She pressed her fingers to her mouth for a second then pulled them away. "You broke me. And then you walked back into my life ten years later like it was nothing and now I'm supposed to live in your house and carry your child and watch you kiss your ex outside a fertility clinic and just..."

There was no way she'd actually pick up the ring I'd thrown away. I knew Lynette far too well. She was a selfish and cold-hearted person, capable of stooping to anything to achieve her goals. And right now, she needed me to come back to her and continue being her lackey without ever asking for anything in return. That was why she'd humbled herself to try to patch things up with me. But I was no fool. "You did this to yourself, Lynette. You're suffering the consequences of your inability to stay loyal." "I'm sorry." Lynette's tears started streaming down her face. "But I truly love you. Give me another chance. I'll prove it to you."

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,

her broken voice cracked and the sobs started over again. "They're not, honey. Now's the time to realize those dreams, make new ones." Someone who hadn't had such things taken from them couldn't understand, and Meredith couldn't seem to explain it with enough detail that others knew where she was coming from. She felt so alone. "I'm broken and I just don't know if I can ever be fixed," she whimpered as she curled her fingers around Denise's shoulders and hung on for dear life. "You're gonna be fixed. I won't allow you not to be," Denise vowed, rocking the other woman as she cried it all out.

"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.

We sought couples therapy, delving into the depths of our emotions and addressing the underlying issues that had caused the fracture in our relationship. Through vulnerability, communication, and a shared determination to rebuild what we had lost, we embarked on a journey of healing. It was not without its struggles, but with each step forward, we grew closer. We learned to open up, to express our fears and insecurities, and to provide the support and reassurance that our love needed.

“I forgot that I needed to be whole too.” I shook my head weakly. “I’m exhausted.” His eyes reddened. “I’m broken now,” I whispered. “And I don’t think I can love you anymore.” “Then let me make you whole this time.” He stepped toward me desperately. “Don’t you understand?!” I pushed him hard. “We’ll just destroy each other again!” I pointed at him, crying harder now. “You’ll break yourself trying to fix me… then what happens after that?” My chest tightened painfully. “I become whole while you fall apart again?”

“I’d love that! And maybe we can grab some ice cream afterward, just like we used to.” Marley felt a swell of hope as she watched them exchange glances filled with unspoken understanding. “That sounds perfect. Just remember, it’s okay to share how you feel, even if it’s hard.” Arthur nodded, determination etched on his face. “I’ll try, Marley. I want to be better.” “And I’ll listen,” Clara added, her voice softer, more open. “Together.” Marley smiled, knowing they had taken the first step toward healing. It wasn’t just about solving problems; it was about rediscovering one another. The bridge of understanding was being rebuilt, one thoughtful word at a time.

Until he engulfed me into the biggest, longest, best hug. It was almost like he fixed all my broken pieces.