Love Is Painful Novels & Stories

“I see you're finally awake, you slept for nearly 24 hours, if I didn't know you, I'd have thought you were dead. He brought his hands towards my hair, I flinched and pulled back away from.him. Something flashed in his eyes, hurt maybe? Surprise? Guilt? I honestly didn't give tw fucks anymore. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shout at you, kidnap you or make you cry, but I didn't have a choice.” “We always have a choice, Lucas, and you chose the one that'll hurt me. You claim to love me, but how can you hurt someone you claim to love that wa-?” I choked on the words, tears spilled down my face, soaking the hairs on my face. Why won't these stupid tears just stop? Must I always be this weak?

Then softly. “Love is not omnipotence.” The tension deepened across the network. Pain moved quietly everywhere. Not rebellious pain. Exhausted pain. The pain of people finally confronting their inability to completely shield others from suffering. I watched the first and second carefully again. The second had withdrawn emotionally lately. Not from lack of love. From internal exhaustion it barely understood itself. And the first. the first kept trying to reach through the distance gently. Patiently. But every attempt seemed to stop at an invisible wall.

"Just like life, I believe love isn't always about rainbows, and butterflies, and unicorns. There are times when pain does take a sneak peek from time to time, but often, it's there to make the love stronger." "But hey, that doesn't mean it's always there. Pain usually comes and goes, but it never really stays-it mustn't," he said, narrowing his eyes on her. "You can never really call it love when all you'll ever feel is agony; love doesn't work that way." For a brief instance, Eunae felt her eyes burn. Suddenly, she felt like being choked, her throat burning and her stomach twisting in the most painful way it could ever do. Soon after, her lips quivered relentlessly, and by the looks of it,

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?

Natahimik ako dahil sa kanyang sinabi ngunit agad ding nakabawi. "Why?" "I hurt you." Tipid na sagot niya. "Loving someone means giving them the privilege to hurt you. Because pain and love are inseparable." He looked at me with amusement is visible in his eyes. "And I'm giving you the privilege to hurt me, Larie." He said.

But she is in the position where she has no other choice but to deal with the pain because t the end of the day it was still Vincent she wants to see and be with. Love indeed is painful and she hope he is worthy of each tears she shed.

I plant a kiss on his forehead and carefully move aside his arm from my shoulder. I silently close the door of his bedroom, after glancing at him with careness. He caused me heartache for three years, but I still can't move away from him, can I? Is it call love, huh? I recall the famous quote by British poet Alfred, Lord Tennyson - "Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have love at all."

Everything he has given is only painful and he says that this is love. Not wrong that love is painful, but along with that pain, it also gives medicine to heal the wound. If love is pain, then medicine is also the same. But the wounds given by Hades are really those whose medicine is nowhere. Not even with Hades. In such a situation, when Alessandra, who had the power to recover on her own, wanted to give him a chance to complete his words, then she was sad inside, seeing his silence. His silence was only adding to her disappointment. She was so sad that she was even tired of waiting for him.

She listened to my painful sobbings. "Why does loving someone so painful?. Why is it that everyone around me leave? Why do they always cheat?" Izzy keep her silence and lete voice out the pain I am feeling. I walk towards my room and locked the door. I don't want to live anymore. The pain is already unbearable.

Maybe I wasn't! "I already love him, Anton!" I cried. He looked at me confused before parking the car for a while to listen to me as he usually does. While I expressed my feelings he didn't utter a single word just listening to me emptying my broken heart. Fabian helped me heal from Jonathan and my family's inflicted pain and breaking my soul yet he is the person to hurt me the most. Why? "Love is the painful art but it's not worth it not to have it. People risk choosing love to make life's journey beautiful." He specified.