A sad story about heartache that can’t be let go

Sad stories about heartache that can’t be let go

With the widespread use of social networks, more and more people like to post stories in their spare time to share their lives. So what kind of talk is novel and unique? The following is a sad story about heartache that I have compiled for everyone. It is for reference only. I hope it can help everyone.

1. When you see that someone you once knew and cherished has become a stranger, you still can’t help but feel sad. The saddest thing about love is deception and silence.

2. Those who have never cried for a long night are not worthy of their life.

3. A touch of sadness hides a beautiful ending behind the face, and a sad film is left behind the sweet smile.

4. We are afraid of losing, but we never learn to cherish it.

5. I thought you were my hometown, but you shied away and left me wandering.

6. You might as well take a bold risk in your life, because you will lose it anyway, so try not to leave too many regrets.

7. It is better to forget each other in this world.

8. Some disappointments are inevitable, but most disappointments are because you overestimate yourself.

9. Let’s break up if we can. It’s better to be friends than to get entangled.

10. When I grow up, I will never say such stupid things again.

Eleven. Falling out of love is like cutting off permed hair, and comfort is just warm nonsense.

12. There are not many people in the world who comfort you after you break up, but beasts who rub salt on your wounds after you break up.

13. Some words are suitable for rotting in the heart. Some pain is suitable for silent forgetfulness.

14. There are obviously so many phone numbers in the address book, but I accidentally stopped in front of your name.

15. It is the freedom I give you.

16. It’s because you can’t let go, or because you are young and unwilling.

17. I deceive myself with my self-righteousness, and I can suddenly lose my feelings for you, but in the long night, I just want to hug you, and when I think of leaving you, I am most reluctant to leave you.

18. I am glad to have met you, but I regret that I just met you.

Nineteen. During those days, I stayed in one city and could not see you, but you had already flown through several cities. Just like the years I have been loving you, you have loved several people.

Twenty. The countless drunken moments in my life, the countless tears that filled my heart were all because of you. I thought I liked many people, but I didn’t know that I liked you a lot. Over and over again, but later I discovered that the feeling of missing you was heartache.

21. I wish we were friends and could laugh and talk about it in the future.

Twenty-two, I thought there was nothing wrong with staying. I thought you would understand my sadness.

23. Don’t go on like this. Staying up night after night, thinking about things. It’s really hypocritical. You should really turn off your mobile phone, cut off some unnecessary contacts, and throw away everything. Get rid of negative energy, live seriously, and then do some serious things.

Twenty-four, liking someone is a feeling, but not liking someone is a fact. Facts are easy to explain, but feelings are difficult to describe.

Twenty-five. We once relied on each other’s shoulders, but now we are wandering in the sea of ??people.

Twenty-six. You suddenly don’t love someone you’ve loved for a long time anymore. You suddenly stop listening to a song you’ve been listening to for a long time. You suddenly change the habits you’ve had for many years. After all, time is still shorter. Love to be strong.

Twenty-seven. Everyone you meet in life should be cherished. The rain you experienced at the age of seventeen will not appear at the age of twenty-seven.

Twenty-eight, it was so wronged that even the breakup was the last time I got the news. I didn’t cry because I never owed you any love or affection.

Twenty-nine, time will help you save enough disappointment and tell you that you are welcome.

Thirty. Time passes unconsciously, and we realize it later.

Time is passing away little by little, and my heart aches silently.

Thirty-one. I fell in love with a beautiful couple's outfit. After buying it, I realized that I was single.

32. If you can’t see me wherever I stand, then I will leave.

Thirty-three, I know I still like you, but you are no longer the you I like. When did we start to get along with each other and no longer be happy, and we are no longer moved by each other's words.

Thirty-four, you talk nonsense, thinking that when people give you a smile, you appreciate it, and endlessly say things that hurt your heart. As a result, people have completely figured out your family background, and they still laugh at you secretly.

Thirty-five, I still like you, but you like someone else.

Thirty-six, your performance was too hard, and I was too tired to cooperate.

Thirty-seven. I have hurt my beloved again and again, and only after losing it do I know how to cherish it. Is it the only way to hide in the ends of the earth? Is it only possible to not fall in love with anyone? Is it only possible to regret every day? Only through it can we live in peace for the rest of our lives?

Thirty-eight, don’t look for me, I’m afraid I can’t help but want to have you again.

Thirty-nine, there is always a name that can make the corners of your mouth turn up and make you shed tears.

Forty. Life is like a blank piece of paper. As time goes by, the blank paper turns into a story.

41. I still miss you very much. Forgetting is easier said than done.

42. Finally I understood that what I wanted was ordinary happiness, not vigorous love.

43. Later, when I saw how much he loved others, I was indifferent.

44. I am sick, I can’t forget you, and I can’t let myself go.

Forty-five, I will never tell you that I love you again, because I can’t stand you continuing to hurt me.

Forty-six, no one will feel sorry for me, a rotten person.

Forty-seven. My wandering heart is full of despair and a sensitive inner body.

48. I never mean my good night, but it is not ordinary people who can hear me say good morning.

Forty-nine, can you tell me about your relationship, so that I can feel at ease or let me give up.

Fifty. How many people spend their time in hiding, and how many people spend their time in disguise.

51. Looking at the photo of you and her, I laughed and cried again.