It Hurts To Be In Love Novels & Stories

Cassandra “Love is really difficult, isn’t it?” At that moment, after he said that, he seemed to sink into his own pain. He was telling the story about his younger sibling as if he were feeling it himself. I nodded slowly, feeling the weight of what he was saying. In the past, my own overwhelming feelings of love often made me do foolish things, which ended up hurting me instead. I never received the same care in return for the love I gave. Whoever loves more will suffer more. That’s what I often heard, and it seemed to be true.

I told him I love him for the first time but he couldn't give me a response. I stared at the ceiling. Teardrops rolled from the corners of my eyes down to the pillow. It hurts to have your feelings ignored. The pain of admitting to someone that you love them but not being able to love you back is quite difficult to tolerate. The pain is killing my inner peace.

That for once, I thought that what we had was real. "When you are drugged with love," I began. "You'll find it hard to differentiate what is wrong from what is right. So, people often make a decision that if it doesn't hurt them, they will hurt others. Just like Harris who hurt me when he decided to trade me for another woman. And it's like me hurting myself by repeatedly begging him even though he's really gone. That's how love works, it will make you incapacitated to make the right decision at the time.” I quickly blinked my eyes as they began getting filled with tears. I tried to remove the blurring of my vision and tried to stop myself from letting out a sob.

I wish he’d warned me ahead of time, though, so that I wouldn’t have suffered as much. I’m not ashamed to say that her punishment had made me suffer right along with her because the thought of her hurting or being upset seems to be something new I can’t deal with. There should be a handbook that comes along with relationships, or maybe these are things that everyone else knows, and I just haven’t been paying attention. If that’s the case, it’s a wonder anyone ever falls in love. The shit’s more trouble than it’s worth.

Because of my love for him, I suffer this kind of pain now! Is this an exchange for the sheer pleasure I felt with you ?! If I only knew I shouldn't have chosen to be happy, because it looks like I don't deserve to be happy. I was born to be sad! Love is such a troublesome feeling. If I only knew, I wouldn't have wasted my time with Nate if this was the only outcome! Damn it! I just slapped my chest because I was having trouble breathing. Nate suddenly pulled me up and kissed me. Damn!

All I could think right now is Elric alone, curious if he is already been cured. Gosh, I hate myself for loving too much. Sometimes, falling deeply in love is hard, I can say. You will reach to the point that all that you have invested to that person will turn to be nothing but only pure pain right after. I wasn’t aware that love can be this painful. All I know was, it was all great and love at first but right now, I do not know anymore. “Come on, Dionne Fay. You know I suck at comforting but why are you doing this to me? It’s not your fault if that guy is really a total whore. Stop crying.”

Why is it so damn painful to bear? It's really painful to love. You will always hold your chest, gasping for air to breathe thinking about how they leave your life. Every day you will feel the bitterness of pain piercing your heart as you can see things around you that remind them. Why do I have to fall in love just to be left alone and be hurt this way? It's too much to handle! I can't bear it anymore. I want them back in my life! Without them life is incomplete! I burst into tears bracing myself on the cold floor! Anita, come back to me, please! I begged helplessly exhausted.

Claire remained silent, watching her intently. "I love him. I am so in love with him—so much that it hurts. It—it just hurts like hell. The thought of him not loving me back… it’s breaking me. It’s like—do you know that feeling of pain when you get waxed? That’s how I feel, just… twenty times worse." "And I’m marrying him, knowing that he doesn’t feel the same for me anymore…" Lexie said, wiping her tears roughly before forcing herself to stop crying.

Every little memory felt like a fresh scratch across my heart. “I wish I had the right words, baby,” Mom said softly, her voice calm and patient, the way it always was when I was hurting. “But I need you to hear this… falling in love isn’t something to be ashamed of. It’s not bad. It means you’re human. It means your heart works.” I sniffled and wiped my nose with the sleeve of my hoodie. “Then why does it hurt so much?” Grandma squeezed my hand tightly. Her palm was warm, her grip soft but steady. “Because you gave him something real. And when real things fall apart, it always hurts. But that pain doesn’t make the love wrong.”

Brooklyn. Screw it. My body is vibrating with so much anger and hurt. No one mentions this part about love, just the mushy, fluttering part of it. And gah, maybe I won't have entered or edited this part if I know it hurts this much. It's always the one who loves you that hurts you the most. A tear that I don't know was building, rolls down my cheeks and pulls at my chin. “How long will this go on?”