Novel & Cerita How To Stop Loving Someone Who Hurts You

She got in the car and decided to calm herself and not go to the forest today. "Then take me to the pack hospital," she said to the driver. On the way to the hospital, her eyes were fixed outside the window. She did not want to cry anymore. She was angry because she thought she had stopped loving him; she was angry because she considered exacting revenge on him in the past. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the seat. ‘Loving someone doesn't mean hurting them when they break your heart. Loving someone means letting them go and watching them happy from a distance,’ she told herself.

“I don’t give a fuck. Now go get your ass in the car and go back home.” He is breathing harshly, I realize, with his chest muscles stretching his white long-sleeve shirt. And he is like he is on the verge of something—what, I don’t know. I shouldn’t care either, because his words have dug a deep, dark hole in my heart. Is it too late to end my feelings for him? I desperately need to stop loving him. I need to stop getting hurt because he got hurt by his wife. I need to stop being in pain because he is cold and frigid, and it’s crushing me in the middle. So I grab my bag and storm out of the office. My heart aches so terribly that it scares me.

I said firmly "You don't know!, Well here is what I know, I know I'm stupidly in love with you, madly in love with you, and to be sincere Loving you has done me more harm than good. You hurt me countless times. You breaking up with me over text, over fucking text!. You lashing out on me at SPEAK!. You telling that pink haired bitch that I'm no one!. You calling Caroline and I bitches!. You telling me to stay the fuck away from you!. The list goes on and on!, I don't even know why I'm still fucking in love with you, you an --" "Then Stop!" I couldn't control myself as I shouted, cutting her off. If loving me is so fucked up for her, she should stop, stop loving me "What?" She whispered, how s

“Look, I love you, but you’re miserable, which I don't like, and it’s all because of Danny and that evil Donna. You need to move on, you have the money, the freedom. Why don't you use your love energy to focus on someone else? You don’t have to fall in love right away, you just need someone to help you forget.” I bit my lip as the idea settled heavily with an emotional thud in my mind. Could I really do that? Could I just turn my heart away from Danny and direct it to someone else? The thought felt foreign, like something impossible. But as I kept thinking about it, thinking about the constant emotional pain I was getting, the restless and sleepless nights, and the unbearable weight that alw

“I doubt that idea. It seems like he stopped loving me.” . Mom slightly slapped on my head. “Silly, no one can stop loving someone even if the other person hurt him/her all the time. It is just they stop showing that love to stop themselves from getting hurt.”, She said. “And in your case, first, there is a huge communication gap between you guys, second, he has to stop trusting you, and third, you have not tried to win his trust even for once and are expecting him to come to you.”

“I’m hurt, I’m angry, but I still love him. And that makes everything worse. I wake up hoping it was all a nightmare but then I remember that it’s real. That he betrayed me. That he chose her.” Elijah crossed the room in three strides and knelt before her, placing a firm but gentle hand over hers. “Serena,” he said with soft insistence, “listen to me. You’ve moved out of that house. You’ve done the hardest thing walking away. Don’t torture yourself anymore.” “But how do I stop feeling like this?” she cried. “How do I stop loving someone who was my whole world?” Elijah exhaled slowly, gripping her hands a little tighter. “You don’t have to stop loving him not overnight. That’s not how love wo

I met his gaze again, even though it hurt. “I was happy.” “You’re saying that because you’re hurt,” he said as his hands closed around my arms. “You still love me.” “Stop hoping,” I whispered, staring straight into his eyes. “You’re only going to hurt yourself.” “You have two months,” he replied quietly. “Make me unlove you.” Then his grip loosened slightly. “But don’t stop me from proving that I love you.” I lifted my chin stubbornly. “Do whatever you want.” His eyes darkened slightly. “We’ll see.”

"Don't force me to hurt you anymore. I love you so much-" "You don't love me," I whispered. "A person who knows how to love doesn't know how to hurt. If what you are doing to me is still called love..." My eyes met his eyes with tears. "Why are you hurting me? You're choking me." "I'm going to beg you, Liam. Stop insisting me to get pregnant. Sarah is enough-"

“If I could now at this moment, I would do that. I wish I had never laid eyes on you on that dancefloor. I knew it was all wrong. “And I kept telling myself. These feelings will end up gone, but they did not. They never will. I have tried and failed, tried and failed again. “Love is not supposed to hurt. Love is about forgiving. I love you, Keirah.” “Please stop. Please stop.” “I cannot stop Keirah. I do not know how to stop. Because I cannot see myself loving anyone as much as I love you. If there is no romance with you. There is no future.

"If you answer that call, you're going to get sucked right back in. And everything you're trying to do right now will be gone. You'll end up right back where you started, and you'll hate yourself for it." Tears filled my eyes as I stared at the phone, and I whispered, "I love him." "I know you do," she said softly. "And maybe one day, you'll be able to talk to him again. But not today. Not when you're still this raw. If you really want to move on, if you really want to heal, then you need to cut him out. At least for now."