The Truth About Heartbreak Novels & Stories

God, I hadn’t seen her laugh in three years. “I hate Mateo,” I said, “because three years ago, he decided I was cheating and that was the end of it.” Remy’s face was stone. But his eyes… his eyes weren’t. “Two years together. And he didn’t ask me one question. Not one. He took someone else’s word, called me a liar, got my friend stabbed, framed me, and walked away like I was nothing.” The room went quiet for a minute. I stepped closer to the table. “So no, I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing it because he didn’t trust me, and then he let me rot for something he helped make happen.”

"It's about having the courage to burn your old life to the ground so a new one can rise from the ashes." The launch was a massive success. The press was ecstatic. Orders poured in. I had finally found myself again. After the show, I was heading out. Lorenzo was waiting by the door. When he saw me, a flicker of hope lit up his dead eyes. "Bella." His voice was a broken thing. He stumbled toward me. "Please. Just let me explain." I didn't slow down. I didn't even look at him. "Bella, I was wrong! I know I was wrong!" he trailed after me. "I swear, nothing ever happened with Juliana."

I laughed even louder, “I knew you were trying to hurt me just there, but if you only knew the truth.” “So tell me.” “No way,” I said shaking my head. “Let’s just say there was no love lost. Only ego. Which hurts even more if you ask me and Sabrina Carpenter.” “Then you’ve never experienced heartbreak, and I don’t know who that is.” “She’s the it-girl right now,” I said, my eyebrows furrowed. How did he know stuff that nobody cared about but knew so little about what’s trending?

At this point, I wish I had amnesia and didn't recall anything as I woke up because my head was seriously banging with migraine, my heart was shattered and my eyes were gushing freely with tears. I still can't believe I had loved this man with all my heart yet all I got to return was disdain. I had lived my life to please him and yet all my efforts went unappreciated. “Why didn't you show me the SIGNS?? This man was about to betray me,yet how come did I not see it's coming?’’ I scolded my inner man, sobbing profusely. “Girl, are you talking about SIGNS??, what SIGN exactly are you talking about?...the ones you did not see when he never agreed to sleep with you on the same bed even after 5 ye

BEATRICE I think the worst kind of heartbreak isn’t loud—it’s the quiet unraveling that comes from too much hope and not enough truth. I’m tired. Not the kind of tired that sleep can fix, but the kind that settles into your bones when you've been trying too hard for too long. Trying to act like his distance doesn’t bother me. Trying to pretend I don’t see the way he looks at me like I matter, only to vanish when I reach for it.

I once read in a magazine, while getting my hair done on a particular day several months ago, that it had been scientifically suggested and proven that heartbreak felt the same way that physical pain does. "A broken heart is a metaphor for the intense emotional stress or pain that one feels at experiencing a great loss or a great longing." the magazine had read, "Most people have experienced a broken heart, and there are multiple possible causes for it. But whether it comes from a break up with a significant other or the death of a loved one, heartbreak is never easy."

Heartbreak is a feeling that makes you want to rip your own heart out so your heart can’t feel the pain anymore. Almost everybody is going to go through it at least once. If you are able to avoid it your entire life, then consider yourself luxury. It can be either a breakup, a death, or any other real disappointment in life that is just too unbearable for the heart you have to handle.It leaves you with a ton of questions, depending on the root of the pain. You're wondering if you will ever be able to move on from that person who hurt you. The one that ripped your heart out. The one who you wanted so desperately even though you knew it wouldn’t work, and happiness from it would always be out

I asked. “Yes. It is better to be hurt by someone you never expected anything from, than to be hurt by the one you trusted the most. That kind of heartbreak; no one can ever fix it,” she said. Even through the tears, a small laughter found its way to my lips and I half-laughed and half-cried for no more than one minute. “Do you know what you just admitted?” I asked. “What?”

How do you explain to someone that the person who swore to protect your heart, was the one who stomped on it without a second thought? My first heartbreak wasn't loud. It didn't come with slammed doors or broken glass. It came with silence. And a tear I didn't let him see.

" She remained silent. Jenny instantly slapped a hand on her mouth, whispering. "Oh, sorry. I forgot— Less stress, right? We chill?" She nodded wearily as a reassurance. Her heart ached. Orbs subconsciously landed at the window, looking outside. Maybe, it was Miguel's new lover. She now fully grasped why he spat those hurtful words as if he didn't care. Any remnants of love for her in his heart was devoid. Nowhere to be seen. He had promised someone else of his love. She wouldn't be that someone who would hear those sweet melting words of his. It had