It Hurts To Be In Love Romane & Geschichten

Didn’t he pity me even a little? Tears glistened on my eyes as I racked my brain, trying hard not to break down. It hurts so much. It broke me deeply to discover the things that he’d been hiding away from me. I used to think that love doesn’t cause pain and that it was something beautiful but the reality was completely different. Love hurts like hell. Right now, I felt like my heart was being plucked from my chest, leaving a hole that will be impossible to fill . All the people that I’ve loved have all been a disappointment. Why?

Nobody would have been able to endure the pain and hurt from this. "Mango had also let out a sigh and said, ""One can get hurt easily when they have passionately fallen in love.""" Love has always been dangerous. It depends on whether both parties involved can master the knack. Same goes to me. Didn't I hurt both of us at the same time five years ago? "There was a lingering fear in Nathaniel whenever he thought about the incident again. Even with Mango staying by his side and he could see her after he woke up every day, the fire would probably become the deepest and most painful wound in Nathaniel's heart. "

“And I know this is all confusing. But hurting yourself isn’t a way out.” He lifted his left hand, brushing his fingers against mine as I worked the bandage. “You know what really hurts?” I looked up at him. He smiled faintly, though his eyes still carried that quiet sadness. “The fact that I can’t be angry or demand anything because from the beginning, I already knew this wasn’t a simple story.” I finished the bandage. Our fingers touched. “So you’ll keep loving me? Even if it hurts?” He nodded without hesitation. “I know it hurts. I know it’s messy and heavy and wrong in so many ways. But I still choose to love you. Even if it means I’ll break every night, I’ll still love you.”

"No, nothing happened, but I’m just trying to make it clear to you that love is hard." "Well, it shouldn’t be hard," I say, feeling a mix of frustration and confusion. "It needs to be hard," she replies, her voice steady. "In fact, I think love is one of the hardest things because you go through so many emotions. Hurt, joy, pain, confusion, misery, and more pain. Love is nothing without pain… the people you love the most will be the ones who hurt you the most." "What if they don’t hurt you?" I ask, my mind racing with possibilities.

Relationships that poses threat to her life and lessen her heart rest . “You don’t deal well with it because you have no experience with it. Plus it sucks,” she told him as she went further . “No one wants to stand in line to let another person hand out pain and misery. But sweetie, your true love only makes you happy, not miserable. Why don’t you want to fight for that? I mean someone you really love so much , someone you can nit get out of your head even when she hurts you so much.” "Let me ask you this. How bad does it hurt now? , you seem to be talking from your experience .”

The most painful thing in the world is probably loving someone who doesn’t feel the same way. Unrequited love is painful yet blissful at the same time. Painful because it’s heartbreak without all the beginning and the middle. Only the end. Blissful because it’s without all the drama.

And I realized, if loving her was wrong and should not be it. Rather, it should be, Is loving her wrong? Is loving her wrong that I have to beg her to let me down slowly? Is loving her wrong that even after all the battered hurts, I want lay in her arms, with her lips kissing me awake. There is this thing about being hurt. You do not feel it when it pierces you. You do not want to believe it is hurting. You want to convince yourself you are okay.

Was I just a piece of toy to play, for him? “You say it like you had never been hurt by the people whom had loved you. This world has created such rainbow and unicorn illusions of love, that you forget one thing —pain comes with happiness. They are not separate, just affect one differently. If you love someone and that person reciprocates it, they are bound to get hurt in the process,”

“Sometimes the people we like don’t like us back. It’s painful, so painful, but there’s nothing we can do about it. You can’t force someone’s heart.” She shook her head weakly. “You don’t understand.” “I do,” I whispered. “I really do. I know what it’s like to love someone who doesn’t feel the same way. Someone you can’t stop thinking about. Someone who lives in your chest even when you try to push them out. It hurts… but you can’t make people like you.” My eyes burned as tears finally slipped free. I lowered my head, ashamed of how much her pain mirrored my own.