Is Love Supposed To Hurt Novels & Stories

When you love someone, you give them the power to hurt you. The absolute right to hurt you. Love and pain always go hand in hand—you can’t truly love without getting hurt. Jackson left Bree there to bleed. He didn’t come home that night, so Bree had to tend to her own bleeding wound. The cut on her head reopened, and she had to at least cover it. Bree looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were swollen from crying all night. She bit her lower lip as tears began to stream again.

"I know and I'm genuinely sorry. I just didn't want what my parents had. I was scared that if I let myself love, I'd get hurt and I didn't want that." I took his hands in mine and held them close to my chest. "What your parents had wasn't love. It might have been at some point but what you saw wasn't love. Love is different. It doesn't hurt. It heals. It's sweet. It's kind. It's not painful." "Then, do you love me?"

but the triplets have never been the ones to retire to that. “Love is a weakness. Love is a curse, portrayed as a gift. Love is a pain that disguises itself as pleasure, just so we don’t realize how hurtful it has wounded us until it has broken our hearts. Love hurts us continuously, yet we embrace it. Love is a pain. And most of all, love is so powerful it locks you in continuous pain of betrayal and dependence, and you still crave for it.” “Why?” Kieran whispers as they all stop in front of their dying uncle.

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."

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.