Love Is Painful Novels & Stories

A small shiver ran through me. “Actually, I don’t even know. My heart pounds when he gets close to me. I swallow hard when he speaks to me and flinch every time I hear him call my name. Could this be love, Granny? I don’t know if I love him or not. He makes me feel so much pain, Granny. I hate that feeling when I see his face and hear his voice. It’s like a knife in my shoulder and my heart burns from within. I want to run away from the pain that comes with loving someone as much as I love him. Tears roll down my face every time we are together because the pain is so great. Could this be love, Granny?” My heart ached, my soul seemed to burn with living fire. I could barely find the strength

Ethan They say love is relief. I don’t believe that now. When you love someone, you burn in a fire that keeps licking at your skin, peeling off another layer of you every moment of your life. You burn…and burn…until you have burned to ashes. Then, you rise to burn again. That’s what love is. It’s painful. It’s patient. It’s the name of enduring in silence. Three years… I have done all of it for three long years, and I have waited silently for the woman I love to take pity on me. If she only pities me…it will be better than the ‘nothing’ she thinks she feels for me.

"You can't force love by tightening your grip. The harder you hold on, the more likely it is to break." Immediately, Gian shrugged his father's hand away. His eyes burned with unshed tears. "You don't understand!" His voice cracked. "I love her! I can't lose her!" For the first time in several minutes, Aurelia and Gian truly looked at one another. Beneath the hurt, love was still there. Beneath the disappointment, longing still remained. Both of them wanted to reach across the distance. But pride and heartbreak stood between them like an unscalable wall.

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?

And in a very long time, as well. I don’t know if I should nod or anything. It makes me feel guilty that someone is sad because of my presence. Well, maybe it really happens in love. Pain and love are two words that will always come together. But the thing is, love doesn’t only hurt the two people involved. It also hurts other parties. It’s a sad fact that I need to accept in order to grow with Nero. “How are you?” I’m grateful for Heart. She makes everything bright. She makes everything easy.

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.”

It was about the emotion that lied beneath it and expressing that the only true way we knew how to. And it was, because he moved slowly and torturously inside me. My hips grinded slowly, in time with him. But our kiss never broke. Our grip never wavered and our tears didn’t stop falling. Because pain and love are one and the same. To love, you must feel pain. To feel pain, you must love. They go hand in hand. It was endless, these movements. They went on forever, neither wanting to let go because we knew that, when we do, it was over. It was back to the pain and loneliness of the past twenty-four hours.

They did not have money to cure their sickness. People said love is a beautiful thing and it gives us happiness. But it is wrong. A big lie. Today I got to know the real meaning of love. Love means PAIN, INSULT, SUFFERING. Today, the love of my insult me to the point that I am feeling ashamed to look at myself. Ethan stopped reading and looked at Eden with pain. "She loves someone. She has someone one in her heart" Ethan muttered to himself and felt pain in his chest.

I said to him. I consoled him further. The most painful loss is the loss of a lover. Most men testify to this especially when the lady was truly and deeply loved by them. Most of them find themselves living with the pain of the loss for long years if not for the rest of their life, others can't enjoy their marriage with their present mates whenever they think of the one they loved and lost to death.

Another tear rolled down my cheek. “Tell me that you didn't feel anything.” He said and continued. “That your heart didn’t race, that you don’t burn for me as I burn for you— That this distance isn’t killing you as much as it kills me!” He pressed on and his heavy breaths hit my skin. I shut my eyes and bit back a sob. Why was love so painful? “Tell me, Amber,” Alexander pressed on. “Tell me that you do not love me. That you do not desire me as I desire you.” my eyes slowly opened and I parted my lips to tell him that I loved him — that I cared about him.