It Hurts To Be In Love Novels & Stories

she answered, but no matter how much she rephrased everything, the truth will only hurt me and us. "It's painful but never hard. Because when you love someone, nothing is hard. You feel pain and it is natural. Loving someone was not always heaven, you know, but it doesn't mean that it was hard. You only make it hard for yourself and that makes it hard for Jared as well," she added.

I hate him! I fucking hate him with everything I have and I hope he crashes on his stupid bike that makes him look smoking hot! Covering my face with my hands, I burst into tears. I don’t hate him. I could never hate him. I love him so fucking much that I would die for him. I’d kill for him. Why does loving someone hurt so much? Is this what men mean when they say that love is the greatest weakness one can possess? It can be one’s downfall until there is no return.

“Believe me, seeing you like this bothers me excruciatingly” “I’m sorry”. I said quietly. “I can’t help it”. “Then talk to me, let me help”. He said to me. I shook my head, and I felt his hold on my waist tighten. “Talk to me, please”. He coaxed. Standing with him like this, with his hand around my waist and my back pressed against his chest made me feel sheltered and safe, made me want to let go of everything, but I just couldn’t; each time I tried to not care about anything or what anyone felt I ended up getting hurt. I never thought being in love would be so painful.

Marta didn't bat an eye. She only nodded, calm and understanding. "Perhaps it's absurd, ma'am. But some things just do not make sense-they just… are." I smiled in silence, but her words filled up space in my head, though I wished them away. "Love like that-it's a weakness," I said harshly, feeling the regular brew of anger and something else, something I couldn't understand, eating at me inside. "That's how people get hurt. Just look at you-look at everything you went through because of him."

I said. "Is that so? That's hard but if you know it's wrong, don't go on so many men there." Smiling it says. "But why is it that I can't accept it's hurt." I smile wryly. "That's how love hurts. It's not always fun. It's better that you go home and go to sleep knowing that tomorrow someone new will come." It says again. I nodded and stood up as she left me alone here, I just finished the beer and decided to go home.

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.

I exhaled again, "Well, love to me involves hurt and pain." I saw the shock on their faces, "What do you mean by that?" Sandra asked, looking shocked. "What do I mean by love involves hurt and pain?" I asked and they all chorused, "Yes." "Well, this is what I mean, love involves hurt and pain, you can't fully grasp it until you go through it. It's something best understood when you have your own fair experience about it. But I am going to try my best to explain it, so you can all understand what I am saying."

Natahimik ako dahil sa kanyang sinabi ngunit agad ding nakabawi. "Why?" "I hurt you." Tipid na sagot niya. "Loving someone means giving them the privilege to hurt you. Because pain and love are inseparable." He looked at me with amusement is visible in his eyes. "And I'm giving you the privilege to hurt me, Larie." He said.

Just by getting fed up by these emotions already made me exhausted. Moments later, a sound of a strumming guitar probably coming from the cd started playing. A familiar song started to play in an instant. Photograph that was sang by Ed Sheeran. another song that I could relate to. It seems like we picked a song that would accurately describe the sorrow that i'm going through. Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes But it's the only thing that I know When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes It is the only thing makes us feel alive

“You’re not in love. You’re bonded. He bit you. Your body craves him now, your mind thinks it needs him. But that’s not love. That’s not you.” I blinked through my tears, shaking my head slowly. “Then why does it hurt like this?” I whispered. “Why does it hurt this bad, Adrian?”