Love Is Painful Novels & Stories

"Don't cry, Amanda. Everything's going to be okay…" Moonlight bathed their tangled figures in a hazy glow, casting everything in an intimate blur. Louis was this gentle with everyone, so who was it that he truly loved? I watched the video over and over again like some twisted form of self-punishment. Finally, I let out a bitter, resigned laugh and saved the video. A message from Louis came through next. "Jody, does your injury still hurt? I'm sorry for hurting you today, but you really went too far with Amber.

I mumbled. Stephen opened his eyes to look at me. "Jared, what is love?" He asked. The rims of his eyes were a little red. I was taken aback. Love... I pulled on the bracelet on my wrist as I thought deeply. Love... It was one of the simplest words in my mind yet, the heaviest to understand. "To me, love is painful yet sweet. Love is when you stand tall even when everything seems to break down... no, love shouldn't hurt that hard." I bit my lower lip.

❤️ LOVE AND PAIN Season 2 — Chapter 80: Promises and Lies Nobody spoke. The hallway seemed to shrink around them. Noah stood frozen in the doorway, staring directly at Seraphine. Not with anger. Not exactly. Something worse. Betrayal. The kind that survives for years. The kind that never fully heals. "You said it was over." Seraphine remained motionless. For once— the woman who always seemed to have an answer had none.

After he managed to sit up with the occasional close eye to endure the pain in the lower area. "Awh..." Reo winced in pain. He gripped the pillow that was taken from behind the body. Then hugged the pillow tightly. The pain that was there was so painful. Reo was doing it for the first time, and felt it. Reo never thought that afterwards it would be painful. To hell with his friends who are also gay! They say, doing "it" is something fun, and … delicious. But what happened to Reo, and Jack? There is no pleasure, and pleasure is felt! Reo was repeatedly hurt by Jack. Reo seemed to be treated like an item. Used when you need it, then when you don't need it anymore, Reo is dishonored.

Trusting someone that they won’t leave. It’s scary as fuck. And you are right to be scared. I’m scared, too. But love is also the most beautiful thing there is. It’s emotion, power. It’s healing and pain. It’s both pleasure and suffering at the same time, but damn, it’s beautiful. We wouldn’t be going back to it if it wasn’t. We wouldn’t have hope to love again someday if we didn’t love the love itself. But, what happens when the painful past is stronger than our hope? What happens when we’re too afraid to face the love?

" I love him so much that's why it's so painful to be fooled and used by him." I never thought that loving him would be this so hard for me that my heart has to throbbed in pain. A pain that is deadly that might slowly kill my love for the man I truly love.

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My love has only given me pain. Love don't give us pain.. The decisions we made to get our love lead us to live painful life.. There is nothing wrong with falling in love, but love the person who will loves you back.. Those who don't love us, no matter how much time we express our love for them, they don't understand the depth of our love..

I gulped the lump in my throat and my eyes followed his hand which was still bleeding and the man wasn't paying any attention to it. Crazy! He has become not only blind but also deaf in the madness. "I don't know what love is but what has happened to me, I swear I won't be able to live without you." God, if this is love then I would like to say that love should never happen to anyone. If it is really so painful, then I ask why these moths of flame give themselves pleasure in pain like this. Love is really like a burning flame that keeps wandering moths around itself. Get restless and burn in sorrow. I don't know why they let themselves feel this.

I ignorantly questioned "I know it’s hard, I understand that you are tired of hiding and_" "I’m not hiding, there is nothing left to hide from," I growled "Okay fine, you’re not hiding but to be honest with you, he misses you, he talks about you all the time." I closed my eyes, and let the tears fall. The grief, pain, and screams all at once returned In droves.