Is Love Supposed To Hurt Novels & Stories

I fit there easily, like my body already knew the shape of him. "This feels dangerous," i teased slowly. He chuckled. "Why dangerous?" "Because i could get used to this." His girp tightened just a little. "I hope you do" We talked quietly-about childhood memories, about the things that scared us, about what love used to mean and what we wanted it to mean now. "I used to think love had to hurt, "I admitted. "Like pain was proof it was real." He brushed his fingers along my arm slowly, "Love doesn't need to hurt to be deep."

They say that when you love you would do everything that will help that person be in good way. They say that when you love you can even offer the whole world for that very person for the only thing that you wanted them to feel is nothing but happiness. Even so how far can it go to be considered as love? When you love someone you wouldn't hurt them. When you love someone you will never do something that might give them pain. If it hurts can it still be something to be called as love? If love wasn't hurtful from the very first place?

That familiar scent I had loved for years. It hurts. Everything about him hurts. Kairo slowly sat beside me while maintaining a respectful distance. "You still love him." he suddenly said. It wasn't a question. It was a fact. I lowered my head weakly. "I hate that I do." The cold wind blew against us once again. For a few seconds, neither of us spoke. Then Kairo suddenly smiled faintly while staring at the dark ocean. "You know..." he started softly. "People always think love should hurt because that's what movies and stories teach us."

"There's no way to go back and change it, but you can do better going forward. Once you make up your mind to do that shit, you stick to it no matter what. If you don't think you can make it, walk away now. Don't tell yourself you love her and yet be willing to hurt her; love doesn't hurt like that. It can hurt like a son of a bitch, but not like that." "It's only supposed to hurt when the one you love is in pain or in some kind of danger, shit like that. But this hurting the one you love shit is for assholes. You're not an asshole, are you? And before you answer that, my kid probably has this shit bugged down to the rims, so be very careful what you say. If you get on her bad side, I'm movin

But still people continue to try, and they tried again, because having hope was a lot better than not having any. First love… It means to hurt and cause heartaches, having their hearts broken to bits, that aching pain in their chest, and never to have a way to avoid all of those pains. Because humans were made to love. To fall in love, it should be beautiful, romantic, but sometimes… tragic.

love gave me a scar! A deep wound that wouldn't heal – I'm still reeling from that hurt! The betrayal that stings more than abandonment—it burns me from within. And the cruellest part? I've learnt the art to master every pain causing me to wither slowly, yet I keep shining to the world. That's how damaging love is! It kills slowly and painfully, with the world having no idea that you are dying, and when you finally break down, people have been wondering how this happened.

His eyes were red now, tears threatening to spill over. "But I should have known better. Love isn't supposed to hurt like this. Because when you truly love someone, you don't do to them what you did to me." He was nearly shouting now. "When you love someone, you don't toy with them! You don't make a fool of them! You don't drug them just because you want to prove a point to yourself!" Each word felt like a physical blow.

It seems that a few sharp knives had stabbed it and the pain it caused made me scream in pain. I know shouldn't be hurt like this because I have no right. But here I am, crying my heart out as if I have been cheated out by the guy I love. Love . . . It has only four letters but has a lot of meanings. It composes just one syllable, yet, it conveys strong emotions. Merely just a simple word but too dangerous to get involved with because it should be felt along with pain. Nonetheless, we still choose to love. Just like me, no matter how many times I fight, run away, or avoid what I feel. In the end, I was the one who got broken and was left behind—in tears.

I know why people are in love, why they love the process of loving. It's because they get loved back, even if it's delayed. Love gives people false hope, and above all it makes you feel things that you never knew you could feel. It takes you to extends, it comes at the wrong time and sweeps you off your feet. And you will end up falling. Now, since we are falling on the earth and not space, there are consequences. Falling hurts. One moment you are so high up the sky, next, you are hitting rock bottom. In simpler terms, falling breaks bones.