Novel & Cerita What Become Of A Broken Heart

"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. The End.

"No." "Why?" "Because you're a stranger." "I'm the guy you kissed." "I kissed your helmet. That's not the same as kissing you." "It's closer than most people get on day three of a breakup." "We're not broken up. We were never together. There's no breakup."

His smile, his eyes, his attitude, his concern, his laugh, his behavior, his care, his lips, his love, his commitment, his everything made him as a prince who rules my heart, but I never thought he will be the one who also breaks it in such a way that it can't be repaired even if anyone or he himself try to do it, it is like broken beyond repair. But I learnt one major thing, never cry over spilt milk, it just reminds you that they are spilled similar to the way your heart broken, but instead try to achieve anything bigger than that which makes you happy, but unfortunately in my case it's my heart which is broken and there in nothing which can be bigger than it, but in this journey I learnt

"Then you are happy, and we call it in love. Got it?" Chasm nodded again. "Okay, but then you find out they didn't like you at all. They didn't love you. They lied to you, and it hurts so much you think that your heart is breaking inside your body. But it's not broken. The organ beats and all that, but with every breath you take, it hurts. Sometimes you wish you could just curl up and die." "You call this mental pain a broken heart?" "Yeah," Sloan smirked. "And the best cure is a bottle of whisky."

He added, and I suckled my breath as they pulled me up to face the first man who had taken my heart; the man I had offered my body, soul, and everything. Hudson was someone I thought of spending the rest of my life with, yet it wasn't up to two months of our relationship before my world shattered and crumbled into pieces. Maybe I shouldn't have returned from my grandmother's place. How would I have known what was awaiting me? My life is already messed up, and I am a shame to everyone.

Love, it wasn't in it for us, the stars never shined for us so we broke, and now, our love is gone. I feel empty, wrecked with a heavy heart, a heart that isn't beating at all, my heart beat for Adrian but he broke it, broke me, broke us. I can't go back now, not to him. Adrian and I ended three days ago, we ended when he didn't come after me, but his sister did. She's the one I should have given all that love I gave to him but I didn't, now I'm numb.

I wanted to live our relationship but he ruined everything and now no matter what nothing will be fixed ever again . After my heart broke I bled an ocean through my eyes. My soul felt wafer thin. My body trembled and chilled. Yet even this magnitude of grief passes. And while it does, we learn more about pain than we ever wanted to know. Then we remember it. Broken hearted is not a destination, yet a difficult road that often appears at the feet, that must be walked in order to get to a better future. We can pad our shoes with good memories to absorb the shock, or let our soles feel the full pain of this change in terrain. At times we alternate between the two. As the days become months and

I was on the balcony of my room, sipping the beer I bought in the market earlier. I was just looking at the sea while my treacherous mind was slowly traveling to the day where I caught the betrayal of my father and ex-fiance. I didn't remember these scenes from the past few days, so I thought I had moved on, but not yet. It still hurts. I loved Callie the most and literally gave her everything she wanted... but that was still not enough for that woman. I was in my deep thoughts and drowning in sadness again when I heard my phone ring. It was an unknown number. This phone is brand new and only a few people know my number, so I frowned when I answered that call.

She was surprised to see him here. “Ouch, cupcake, is this your attitude to someone who just saved you. My heart has been broken by you.” Aaron held his chest like he was in pain, his eyes glancing towards Jane like he was seeking her pity. His act made Jane forget that he didn’t reply why he was here.

I was staring into her eyes, and I felt that there was nothing there. “You're not supposed to move on from this. You'll never get past it, but it does get easier. It doesn't happen easily or fast, but each day it gets a little easier to deal. But the years later you'll be walking down the street and it'll just hit you all over again and it'll drop you to your knees.” I swallowed past the lump in my throat. “Losing someone you love is the worst possible thing that could happen to you. It breaks something fundamental inside of you. Eventually, you'll learn to live without it, but that broken piece stays broken.”