Love Is Painful นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I begin to understand her wildness, her inability to trust someone so easily. “I lost the man I love,” she whispered, “The torture was painful, but then as I hung on that cross awaiting for me to take my last breath. I realized that the torture was nothing. Because nothing is more painful than not being able to tell the man that you love how much you love him. I wasn’t even able to tell him that I love him.”

Elena’s sobs echoed through the dungeon, pulling me back to the moment. “I just wanted him to love me,” she cried. “Is that too much to ask? Why can’t I be loved? Am I that unlovable?” Her voice cracked, fragile and raw. I slowly knelt down to her level. Iron bars separated us, but our pain felt closer than skin. There was no way for me to touch her, no way to wipe her tears, yet my heart reached for hers all the same. “Look,” I said softly, my voice trembling. “Sometimes the people we like don’t like us back. It’s painful, so painful, but there’s nothing we can do about it. You can’t force someone’s heart.”

The most heartbreaking moment in someone’s life is when their most trusted relations just fade away when you need them the most, and I suppose that’s how life works. Fate’s art? Last night, when I was trying really hard to convince my friends that I didn’t had done anything wrong and I had never cheated on him, they were all already convinced that I was wrong. funny right? Just how my life is right now. Trying my best to make them believe it was just my efforts going to vein. Thinking about all this matter, I started to feel a sudden sharpening in my heart like a sword is piercing through my chest, getting into my heart and then crossing my heart to my back. I was feeling numb and my body ju

Pierce lurches at me when I am within grabbing distance, yanking me towards him and causing both of us to collapse on the ground, breathless. His arms are wrapped around me, he's still crying, his breaths unstable and ragged. "Why do you want to leave me!" "Why? Lana told me everything, why did you want to destroy me. You said you love me!" "I do!" What makes love so painful? The only thing I feel is this searing pain in my heart. Maybe this is how it's supposed to be, it hurts, so you know it's real. "I'm sorry!" My bones are being crushed by his firm grip, and I meet his red cloudy gaze, slowly raising a finger to touch his wet cheek.

"No, nothing happened, but I’m just trying to make it clear to you that love is hard." "Well, it shouldn’t be hard," I say, feeling a mix of frustration and confusion. "It needs to be hard," she replies, her voice steady. "In fact, I think love is one of the hardest things because you go through so many emotions. Hurt, joy, pain, confusion, misery, and more pain. Love is nothing without pain… the people you love the most will be the ones who hurt you the most." "What if they don’t hurt you?" I ask, my mind racing with possibilities.

love gave me a scar! A deep wound that wouldn't heal – I'm still reeling from that hurt! The betrayal that stings more than abandonment—it burns me from within. And the cruellest part? I've learnt the art to master every pain causing me to wither slowly, yet I keep shining to the world. That's how damaging love is! It kills slowly and painfully, with the world having no idea that you are dying, and when you finally break down, people have been wondering how this happened.

The most painful thing in the world is probably loving someone who doesn’t feel the same way. Unrequited love is painful yet blissful at the same time. Painful because it’s heartbreak without all the beginning and the middle. Only the end. Blissful because it’s without all the drama.

he teased. I showed him my finger and he was awed by the flashing of the radiant diamond ring. “That’s awesome! Congratulations!” he happily hugged me. I shared with him everything about Chad and me but he wasn’t shocked at all. "See what love can do?" he motioned for me to sit on the chair. "We say that love hurts but that's not true. Loneliness, rejection, and losing someone hurts," I furrowed because I didn't get him. "Everyone confuses these things with love, but in reality - Love is the only thing in this world that covers up all the pain, suffering, and torture," he paused for a moment "And makes us feel great, amazing, and happy again," I was flabbergasted but I loved listening to his

Uncertainty about future, fear of loosing that person, being terrified at the thought of being alone without him. Love is a kind of torture that brings pleasure in the pain, it’s like a disease which you can’t get rid of and actually don’t want to part with. Love also brings happiness; you get happy at little things. You smile like a silly idiot while thinking about that person. He’s present in everything making you dream about impossible. But the happiness is only twenty percent the rest is pain and sorrow. This was the definition of pain for Lin Mei Zhen, everyone had loved someone once in their life. The love bought happy ending for some, but mostly it bought loneliness, sorrow, doubts, s

I put her picture frame back on the nightstand and open the cupboard and picked up a diary from there. It was Niyati's diary in which she has written about our love. The love from which she never got anything except tears and pain. In the midst, she may have found happiness, too, but only for some time, but the pain had become her permanent companion. I had read this story a little from the beginning but when thinking of her smiling face in starting and seeing her weeping face in Last, I didn't want to read further and today, 4 years later on her birthday, I will be going to read this story again with great courage.