Saddest Text Romane & Geschichten

June face palmed. “But she’s shutting herself away from us!” “That’s normal Dan,” said July. “According to WikiKim, Sadness is an emotional pain associated with, or characterized by, feelings of disadvantage, loss, despair, grief, helplessness, disappointment and sorrow. An individual experiencing sadness may become quiet or lethargic, and withdraw themselves from others. So that’s a normal thing Dan, as her brother we have to stay here until she opens up with us. We are all single, that’s why it’s difficult for us to relate.” He exclaimed.

Even if there is a perceived problem. Why should I be sad? For me to be hurt? No way, I have the heart to guard. And I’m sick, so I have to carry myself and nothing else. Suddenly someone texted. Unknown Number: Hello, long time no text, mate. :) Me: (Just blank, I didn't type.) Unknown Number: Ouch. Me: (I just sent a period.) Unknown Number: Don't you miss me? Me: (I'm still acting nauseous.) Sent photo.

The words tumbled out, each one a shield against the vulnerability that threatened to consume her. A maelstrom of emotions, as elusive as mist, enveloped her. "But why," she wondered aloud, her voice a tremor in the quiet expanse, "do I get so overwhelmingly sad when he is not around me?" The admission hung in the air, both an acknowledgment and a revelation that reverberated within her chest.

The app icon grayed out and died on my screen. So efficient. So final. I leaned against a tree by the roadside, rain plastering my hair to my face. I stared at the cold white text glowing in the dark. My heart felt like it was being shredded into strips. The tears came then. Not sobs—just a hot, silent flood that blurred the screen until I couldn't read the words anymore. If I had truly been the one dying of leukemia tonight, I would have died of this despair long before the illness took me.

An arrow hit me right in the chest. The sorrows written in my fate breaking me mercilessly, under the terror of losing my sanity, the horror of hearing what has just happened. What have I done..? The scar given to me will increase from time to time, nothing can save me from this unnerving swamp of repentance and sadness. Overwhelmed by the feeling of this tormenting dejection, the light of hope fades away. No words can explain the depression I am going through, it's endless. “I am so sorry…” I rest my head on Rebecca’s lap to give myself some consolation.

Manager Sol’s grandmother muttered as she walked towards me again, but this time, she was gentle rather than excited. I felt the warmth of her hand as she caressed my arm. “Whatever it is that is burdening your heart right now that you don’t want to tell it to anyone, and you feel like your heart will burst in the worst emotion that you just want to be alone and scream… Just do it, honey. There is totally nothing wrong with being sad. Sadness makes the happy moments special, and without it, people will never know that feeling of being happy.” I was soothed by her warm and soft voice like she is talking to me deep in my heart.

Each shared experience, once a source of joy, now carried the weight of longing, a testament to the void left by Sophia's departure. Sandra's grieving heart became a canvas where the hues of sorrow blended with the brushstrokes of cherished moments. The depth of her sadness was etched in the furrowed lines on her forehead and the glistening tears that lingered in the corners of her eyes. The room, once vibrant with the echoes of their shared laughter, now bore witness to a solemn solitude—a space where Sandra grappled with the absence of her dearest friend, finding both comfort and heartache in the fragments of their shared past.

Suleiman said with loud voice. “What are you talking about? Kill herself as how?” His father asked with loud voice. “She sent a text message to me one hour ago said that ‘This may be her last message to me, that the world has been on fear to her and she is not happy. That it will good she leaves because she has been leaving in sadness, and nobody cares about her happiness at all. That she is leaving so that she can be happy” Suleiman said with low voice. “Iqmat said this? Oh my God!” Iqmat’s mother shouted.

She paused. Inhaling a soft breath, Crystal nodded. "Yes, sometimes literally the death of our heart occurs, but it's for a limited time. Our hearts don't stop beating even for a second. If it stopped beating, we'll be expired. When people feel sad, they'll be immersed in the word 'sad.' If we want to overcome it, all we have to do is to forget the words which make us sad, which makes us think."

It makes you human. So I’m closing this letter with a final goodbye. I want to tell you, my friend, that I know what it’s like. All of it. The heartbreak, gut-wrenching sadness, grief, what-ifs, and blame. I know it all too well. You are never alone in this. And I wish that I could tell you that it gets better, but I’m still waiting for that myself.