Loving Can Hurt Novels & Stories

How the concept of love helps in making the world a better place. But I also discovered how distressing it might be to be so passionately in love. It both diverts your attention and destroys you. It shatters your inner tranquility. Not only that, but it blinds you to your own worth and value until it's too late. It makes you want to kill yourself, sleep, and wish it was all a nightmare. It makes you want to crawl into bed, hoping that you will never have to face this cruel and painful reality again.

They say that when you love you would do everything that will help that person be in good way. They say that when you love you can even offer the whole world for that very person for the only thing that you wanted them to feel is nothing but happiness. Even so how far can it go to be considered as love? When you love someone you wouldn't hurt them. When you love someone you will never do something that might give them pain. If it hurts can it still be something to be called as love? If love wasn't hurtful from the very first place?

- You need to calm down. – Devin said for the thousandth time. - Why does it hurt so much, Devin? - I sat on the floor crying. Devin sat down next to me and wrapped me in his arms, I leaned my head on his chest, still crying. Couldn't stop. Why does loving hurt so much? Because he does not love me? - Because you love him. He kissed the top of my head. - And you don't know how to deal with it now, but you're strong and you'll make it.

“Why does it still hurt so much?” “Because you love them all even though you try to keep them far away from your heart.” He said as he lifted her and placed her on his lap as he wiped every tear she had in her, it seemed, as they came out. He didn’t know the time anymore. It didn’t matter. She needed this. She needed him to be there and just hold her. “It is okay to love someone even though you know they are going to hurt you. Sometimes that hurt will be over and over again as well. The thing about trying to hold them away and still loving them can hurt you as well. It is okay to love your family no matter how much it hurts sometimes.” “She didn’t want me,” Henni said. “What is it about me t

With one loud thud, I slam my fist into the very first wall that I get. What the fuck just happened? This hurts. It fucking hurts. Does this break my heart? Of course, it does; it is shattering it into more pieces than it is made of. It is like crumpling up a piece of paper, you can smooth it over, but it shall never be the same. What has been said is done; there is no way that she can take it back. Where do we go from here? Ya, as I said, they say that love is blind, but it is just as foolish, for sometimes we love the ones that hurt us the most and love the ones that don't deserve our love in the first place.

Jasper found himself speechless, but somewhere deep down, he did feel whatever Nina was saying was true, so he just kept staring at her. "You see when you love someone you can't hurt them or punish them intentionally. Yeah, it's a complicated feeling and you do end up hurting the one you love the most, but then too, it isn't intended. Love won't keep you hungry for two days or drive you crazy in such a way that you will start to embrace death," Nina spoke. "Then what will love do?" He asked.

"No one is perfect. From the things you have told me about Luke, he appears to be flawed and all, but that just makes him like you and I. Just like everyone else. No one has it all. But Alicia, the good news about our imperfections is that since we don't have everything, we don't have to worry about everything. You said you do not know if you have feelings for Luke. But look at you. You look. . . . .terrible. You have to quit worrying about everything and just focus on finding out what you truly feel." Her hand lifts up and brushes my cheek. "You are my sister Alicia, and I love you so much, and that is why I will tell you this: When you love someone, you are giving the person a portion of y

Maybe my mother may have been right, but I was going to make things work out, there were many uncertainties that could profoundly hinder. Even though it's the most beautiful feeling and pure love between Brian and me, it's not always easy – in fact, love is often quite difficult. When we say love is hard, we don't mean it hurts – no, love never hurts. What we want to say is that love is a complex act that involves at least two different variables – Like me, for example, who never imagined loving someone of the same sex. Of course, this is just a hypothetical scenario, but it can happen – just like the opposite may also be true. For these and other reasons, loving is a complex act and, at tim

I couldn’t shake the image of Declan’s tear-streaked face, the way his voice had broken when he asked if loving me was a crime. My heart hurt, a deep, gnawing pain that I couldn’t ignore. I wasn’t cruel. I didn’t want to hurt him. But every time I let him close, it was like reopening a wound I’d spent years trying to heal. Love was pain. I’d learned that lesson the hard way, and I wasn’t about to let it destroy me again.

With every step away from her, he felt his heart break into more pieces. Love doesn't exist, it's a mere lie people believe in to make themselves feel good while giving the other party power over them to hurt and break them. Never again.