Loving Can Hurt Novels & Stories

He's happy with someone. She's innocent. He's the cold player. She always keeps on asking if he's okay. He doesn't care at all. She's crying. He's laughing with her. One day. She stops seeing and caring for him she realizes Loving Him Was Too painful...

I guess it hurts more, because I keep hurting him over and over again. He hurt me and I wanted to hurt him back, but physically. And that is not what love is. Love isn't defined by violence, or hate, neither is it defined by secrets. What Sin and I have... can it be called love? Because this is toxic; a toxic love. We always end up hurting each other. We are both toxic for the other.

"I feel extremely bothered by a particular lie. “Which one? "He tilts his head lightly, and makes a face with the movement. "You said that loving doesn't hurt, Hunter," I whine, biting my lip to contain a hiccup. "So why does it hurt me so much to see you like that?” He lowers his head, and a salty drop of tear falls on my lap when I repeat the gesture, keeping the look in my hands. I try to resist the imminent crying, but the tears overflow before I can realize it. Deep down, I understand that Hunter may not have had good intentions when meeting me, just as I didn't, but... While I was trying to keep an armor around my problems, he broke it so that he could reach me. And that was more than

Suddenly he remembered what he had said to Camila three months earlier: Love hurts more than people might think. Loving is the only way to discover the worst sides of a whole. Without love, we are nothing. With it, we can lose everything we considered essential. The only way to avoid a tragedy is by forgetting its faith, and finding a way to cross the sentimental labyrinth that drives the hearts of lovers. Pain teaches, and there is nothing more painful than loving someone who will not have time to return such affection.

"Furthermore, my brother won't gain anything from you if you were to get married. You can't show love to someone without hurting them." My eyes seemed to be nailed to her after she said that. I wasn't able to utter anything. It felt like I was slapped with the truth after hearing that. It's hard to admit, but she's right. I can't show love without hurting someone else's feelings. Her eyebrows raised at me as if waiting for me to respond to her words. So, I had no choice but to fumble for words that I could say. "I t-thought you wanted him to be happy?"

tossing his head, he looked at her. "Never forget, the person closest to your heart holds the power to harm you the most and for the worst," he made her recall one of the lessons he had been teaching her from the time when she used to be a kid. "Because that pain is incurable," Flora wagged her head in her response because she already knew about it. When the person you loved hurt you, it became impossible for us to recover from that pain because at that moment, even the cure started hurting us because the curer had given us that pain.

I never knew love could hurt like this and I started wishing to never know what love is. The unbearable pain made me long for someone to hug and comfort me. I began calling upon my father's name, seeking refuge and solace. The hurt ran deeper than anger. The realization that I was in danger at the hands of my own mate shattered my heart. Holding my ripped dress, I tried to cover myself, left alone with the overflow of misery inside me.

“You shouldn’t love a man like me, I’m not good for you, and I’ll never be.” “But…” “You wanted me to be honest even though it’s hurt, and this is me being honest,” every word felt like a knife sliced through my heart. Why was I the one feeling hurt when I was trying to hurt her? “I can't reciprocate your feelings, because I am incapable of it. Loving me would be torturous to you, and I won't allow it. It wouldn’t be fair to you,” my chest rose heavily. I was trying to keep my cool, but it was hard to.

And I realized, if loving her was wrong and should not be it. Rather, it should be, Is loving her wrong? Is loving her wrong that I have to beg her to let me down slowly? Is loving her wrong that even after all the battered hurts, I want lay in her arms, with her lips kissing me awake. There is this thing about being hurt. You do not feel it when it pierces you. You do not want to believe it is hurting. You want to convince yourself you are okay.

I pleaded in very sexy tone. Still he saw through my act and hugged me . " I'm sorry because you are forcing yourself to love me. I know you've forgiven me for the past aggressive behaviour but your body can't. You are scared that I'll hurt you again." " No... No Loren. I love you way too much that I can't bring myself to hate you. Even if you hurt me I can get myself healed..."