My Broken Love Story Novels & Stories

"Sophia, listen carefully. I don't have any feelings left for you. Not love, not even hatred. I just want to have my own life." She stared at me in disbelief, tears forming. "How is that possible? You used to love me so much. How can you not love me anymore?" Suddenly, her gaze fell on the gift box I was holding, and her expression darkened instantly. "You found someone new, didn't you? "That's why you're rejecting me. You threw away my gift, but you accepted someone else's gift?" Although it was merely a corporate gift from the company, I decided to play along. "Yes, I did. Will you leave now?"

Anna's feet were cracked and bleeding, her shoes reduced to tattered leather flaps. Every step on the gravel path felt like walking on broken glass. Her soles were raw,torn from days of wandering. She winced and beat the inside of her cheek until it bled. Crying was a luxury. She couldn't afford weakness. It was two days. Two full days without food. Her last bite was a fresh banana she saw on top of a dustbin. Her stomach clenched and growled,twisting in pain but she clenched on.

"I broke your... Heart? When? I don't get it! Please, David, don't play with me." "Six years ago, that night, was the first time I had my heart broken. The woman I had loved my whole life was going to get engaged to another man. Then, like a game of fate, you came and made me at the happiest time in my life, thinking that fate was on my side. Seeing you sleeping in my arms after that very passionate night, I was determined not to let you go again. However, you left and I heard the news that you were still going to marry Jared. I was heartbroken again, feeling that you were not my destiny. The third time, hearing that you left and disappeared without a trace, I was not only heartbroken, but I

He would have managed, of course, because she was a friend, but it would have been exhausting. “Okay, we’ve talked about my broken fingers now,” he said and took a quick swig from his beer. “What about your broken heart? Or did you break his?” She blinked at the unusual introduction but seemed okay with it. “No…” she slowly said while stirring around in her soup. “He broke mine.” She ate a spoonful, before she continued. ”It’s a bit complicated. Because actually–” Suddenly her voice failed her and she turned away, blinking frantically to chase away tears.

Maybe she didn’t see the love I had for her, if she had seen it, she wouldn’t have run away. No, I was a fool. Who wouldn't run away after rejection? Especially when she had consented. A memory flashed to me. It was the first time I had seen her when she was broken and torn. I guessed I left her worse than I had found her. There was no forgiveness there. I had wronged Yolian beyond her expectation, but I had to do what was best. For us, and most especially, for her. My thoughts were interrupted by the footsteps made from the clash between a marble floor and the heel of a shoe. Making a wild guess, I knew it was Minna. I wasn’t ready for her shit.

"Love?"He repeated."Is something that will never cross my path.I'm too damaged for it.Broken." She came over to where he was standing at the window and cupped his cheek. "Don't say that.Everybody deserves to be loved no matter how broken they are.The past isn't our fault.Love heals all.Give it time." "Does it really.Is there something as love.Paola claimed she loved me but look what she did.We were together since forever,I actually believed it was love but I was fooling myself."

I worked on my other stories and put that one aside. "Nothing, that book happened to exist on that particular time that I was broken." "Awh, That is so sad. I know now why you can't create lines and scenes on that one. That was a part of you where you are brokenhearted but you are happily in love right now. I think Caspian is to blame here." Unknowingly- I blushed when I heard her say in love. "Stop it, Janine Erica!" "Why getting pissed at it, it's the truth though! By the way, You look so cute when in love. My baby's finally feeling love again like a normal person"

If you are looking for a romantic love story, this is not it. Although there is love in my story, a perfect love at one time. There is also a lot of pain, heart ache, and sadness. This is not a fairy tale, there is no white knight. This is a story about betrayl, anger, bitterness, forgiveness, and change. This is my story of how my life fell apart.

" She had all of me. And she threw it away like I meant nothing." Hasmik's hands ran through his hair, her own tears soaking his scalp. "I love her," he whimpered brokenly. "I love her so much it's killing me. I don't know how to stop." "You don't," she said quietly. "You just... survive it. Piece by piece. Breath by breath." "It's not fair," he whispered. "I know," she responded softly. " Some people are so broken, they don't know how to receive love. No matter how fiercely you offer it. No matter how patiently you wait. Some souls are too splintered to hold onto the good things."

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,