It Hurts To Be In Love Novels & Stories

Beth said seriously. "Love? I love Sir Elijah ?," I asked Beth and I thought for a moment. "Yes, Love because you are already hurt. When you love someone you will be really hurt. Not just the simple pain but the extreme pain," Beth replied. "It hurts even more than Sir Elijah's insults to me, Beth. I'd rather have him scold me all the time than feel it. I don't want to feel it, Beth," I said crying. "Don't cry anymore, okay ?," Beth replied.

Melody said. “Yes ma'am.” “Bye, sugar. Kiss baby Melody for me.” Cynthia laughed weakly. “You bet I will.” The call ended. Melody stayed sitting there for a long time, staring at her phone. Then she leaned back slowly and looked at the ceiling. Why was love so complicated? Why did it always come with hurt? Was it even possible to love someone without hurting at some point? Without bruising your heart? She thought about Cynthia, Jamie, about Brandon, herself and Logan.

"Anything?" "Anything." "Even if it meant giving up everything you had?" "Especially if it meant giving up everything I had." I looked at Jonathan's face. He looked old and tired and sad. "Jonathan, why does it hurt so much to be loved now?" "What do you mean?" "I mean when people tell me they love me, it feels scary instead of good." "Because you've been hurt by people who said they loved you." "So how do I know when love is real?"

"Why are you being so stubborn? What else should I do to make you fall in love?" "Love..." I whispered, pulling the duvet over myself. "Why are you so desperate to fall in love?" I couldn't help but wonder what he truly thought love was. From my experience, love hurt more than anything. If I hadn't love Ray so much, then I wouldn't be in this situation, and I wouldn't have met Alessandro. We were worlds apart, and it should've stayed that way. "Love hurts," I muttered, my eyes growing heavy. "You're just gonna get hurt...Alessandro."

I mess up! I cried, squatting on the floor. The kiss just proves that I still love Jazmin as before. No, I'm more in love with her right now, and it hurts so much because we can't do this crap. A lot of people will get hurt, especially George. I can't hurt him. I also love him. How is it possible that I can love two people simultaneously? I don't know. I don't know at all. My life right now is like a relationship status on F******k. It's complicated!

Now I'm not sure if the convent is where I want to be anymore. Do I really enjoy it here? Dear, Lord. Tell me what to do. There is silence, it seems like even the heavens have left me to my fate— my miserable, forsaken fate. “I love him,” I whisper to myself so quietly, “I love him a lot.” {My mental voice comes again: Then tell him, Liz.} {Tell him how you feel or he'll never know.} “But why does love hurt so much? Why does it come with sacrifices that bring you pain. Why does it bring havoc into our lives? Isn't it supposed to be peaceful?” So many questions that I am not sure who I'm asking anymore.

" He hugged me and I tried with all my might not to break down in tears again. I know you don't believe in love and now you must be hating it with all your might, but it's not as terrible as it seems, I promise. "Well, it doesn't seem terrible, it seems naturally painful." "That's how it should be, love hurts." —No, love shouldn't hurt, people and their lies are the ones that make you feel bad, when in reality it should be beautiful. It was the first time I'd loved someone other than my sister and that's how I left, disgustingly horrible. Angie broke up. —I'm not going to start a discussion with you about what love is, you and your reading intelligentsia will beat me, as always. We better ch

I asked myself in tears. Maybe, wishing to be loved back is too much. It is not possible for the one we love to love us too. Part of love, is to be hurt. Every pain, every bitterness is also a good lesson. but if you do not use what you have learned in every disease, and you remain foolish, it is very useless. The memory of the first time we met again suddenly came to my mind. Why was I forced? I wish I could not be hurt like this. I hope I am happy now.

She sank onto the hard bed, her hands gripping the sheets. Breathe, Katie. Her mind raced, looping back to the conversation with Jerome. The way he had looked at her—like she was nothing. Like she was just… there. Why did it hurt so much? She squeezed her eyes shut, her hands trembling slightly as she pressed them to her face. She could still remember the soft flutter she had felt earlier, that almost-kiss with Rowan. But now, all she could feel was this—this ache that clawed at her from the inside out.

But I quickly looked away so I won't feel anything about him again. I admit that I'm still in love with him again. And it's the very reason why despite him cheating on me, I choose to stay rather than breaking up with him. Being the topic of the gossip was just an excuse. Hell, I don't even care about other people's opinions! Call me a fool and whatever, but I thought it was better to just let him hurt me until I become exhausted and drained that every piece of me will be the one to complain, and give up than let him go while I knew my heart was still aching for him. I was a hypocrite for saying I was no masochist. Because, clearly, I was.