I Love So Much It Hurts Novels & Stories

ever. I hate it that I let you do that to me, that I let you break the promise I made to myself. ............................................ #Day 27. I wish I could device a way to show you how much you have hurt me, screw how vulnerable it makes me, I still want to make you understand what you have made me go through, I want you to feel every single pain I have been through....I never thought that I would ever want someone to go through what I have been through, but I want you to feel every single pain I have ever experienced....I want you destroyed like me, to have nightmares that won't let you sleep.

This is the mess it makes of you. I hate it. I hate that I let myself feel anything. I hate that my heart betrayed me. I finish half the bottle in minutes, the warmth of the alcohol numbing me, but it’s not enough. I tip it back, finishing the rest of it, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. A bitter laugh escapes my lips as I realize—I’ve never felt this kind of pain before. I didn’t even know it was possible to hurt this much over someone who never really cared.

I wanted to tell her I’m fine but she’d see right through my lie. It hurts. It hurts so much. Why does it hurt so much?

"I don't give a fuck to all the media and the business and my reputation as long as I make my family happy but my daughter is crying!" "If only it were possible to love without injury, fidelity isn't enough. I had been faithfull to Hannah and yet I injured her. The hurt is in the act of possession, we are too small in mind and body to possess another person without pride or to be possessed without humiliatiom. In a way, I am glad that my wife had known me for so long that's with just one look she knew when I'm lying and being honest." When he stared to his little brother, he groaned. "Oh. Damnit. Julian, don't fucking shoulder this and blame yourself again. I'm going to fucking kill you! Thi

She yelled in my face but she wasn't done "I hate it. I hate you-----" be still my heart "----I hate love, and most importantly I hate loving you!. I hate it so much, it destroys me, it wrecks me, it fucking ruins me, yet I can't fucking stop, I can't fucking stop! I'm addicted to you and I need to stop, I need everything to stop, I need every-fucking-thing to stop, because I hate loving you, loving you disgusts me, I disgusts myself. I hate loving you"

“You hurt him for no reason!” Oliver’s expression didn’t change. But his silence said everything. And that silence… Broke something inside her. “I hate you,” she said, her voice shaking with emotion. “You’re disgusting.” For the first time… Those words actually hit him. Not like the others. Not like fear. Not like insults. This one stayed. Because it came from her. And for reasons he didn’t understand… That mattered. More than it should have.

The pain was indescribable—no emotion could capture it. “S-sir, here’s your drink,” Maya said softly. “Lock the door,” I ordered. She nodded and left. She closed the door and locked it. I started drinking, tasting my own tears with every sip. “Damn it… maybe I’m just too hard to love. Maybe this is karma because I hurt her,” I muttered while drinking. “I-I’m not that bad, am I? Why can’t she forgive me?” I sobbed. “Why does it feel like loving too much is a sin? Why does it feel like I’m not worth loving?” I cried harder.

I CAN'T HEAR YOUR HEARTBEAT, THE PAIN IS SO GREAT THAT I CAN'T CRY I WOULD LIKE TO CRY BUT I CAN'T CRY ANYMORE I LOVED HIM SO MUCH AND HE LEFT NEVER TO RETURN. ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5zxnfmFsqPo ) END.

When a part of me— my toxic trait makes me feel happier, the sensible part of me screams out in anxiety. His passion is the thing that makes me feel blessed and cursed at the same time. "Because I know," he continues, darting his frozen eyes on me. "I know no one can ever love you more than me. They can never treat you the way I do. They can never make you feel how precious you are. They can love you but it's only like any other obvious relationship. They may hurt you less but they can never heal a bit of the damage. I can do that, Iv. I fucking can"

I mumble, looking at the silhouette. ‘I will always be there for you, whenever you need me, my love.’ The person softly whispers, cupping my face in both of its palms. ‘I love you more than myself. I love you more than anything and I will always protect you, even from your evil mind.’ The person says, and sobs escape my lips but I didn't cry. “I love you too….i love you so much that it hurts.” I muttered, pointing at my heart. “It hurts so much!! I can't live without you, it's hard to live in this cruel world.” I added, looking into its eyes.