Loving Can Hurt Novels & Stories

There wasn't an inch space where I could find to touch her without hurting. Why I can't control my anger ? 24x7 times I am saying that I love her then why I am hurting her like this soon after hearing anything bad about her ? Real love isn't like that . When I rubbed the sponge on her belly Nivi hissed and I pulled my hands suddenly.

"Taesha, love can be a wonderful thing." "Yes, and you know I was all about love. But I learned it could also be dangerous. I would know. Look at the pain it caused me. So that's why I stay away from it. The thought of having that wonderful feeling and then having it ripped away can be disturbing and very sad." "Yes, I know."

When you love someone, you give them the power to hurt you. The absolute right to hurt you. Love and pain always go hand in hand—you can’t truly love without getting hurt. Jackson left Bree there to bleed. He didn’t come home that night, so Bree had to tend to her own bleeding wound. The cut on her head reopened, and she had to at least cover it. Bree looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were swollen from crying all night. She bit her lower lip as tears began to stream again.

My eyes continue to sting with tears as hope starts to fill me. “The pain feels like it did when I lost my whole family.” Ash nods his head. “Loving can hurt sometimes but it can also heal. You don't have to walk alone this time, there are so many of us that are here to walk with you through the pain and agony. Because we all feel it in different ways.” “So its not to late.” Ash shakes his head. “It’s never to late to apologise. People who love you and people you love can also mend the pain that you feel.” I nod my head suddenly feeling better then i have in ages.

I didn't notice that the building I built in my heart was slowly crumbling. Photograph by Ed Sheeran Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes But it’s the only thing that I know When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes It is the only thing makes us feel alive Why is he so kind to me? I'm not that beautiful or kind. Why does he bother to love me? Why out of all the people he could like, it's me, knowing that I have someone else. Hayssttt, love is really something we can't even describe.

Brooklyn. Screw it. My body is vibrating with so much anger and hurt. No one mentions this part about love, just the mushy, fluttering part of it. And gah, maybe I won't have entered or edited this part if I know it hurts this much. It's always the one who loves you that hurts you the most. A tear that I don't know was building, rolls down my cheeks and pulls at my chin. “How long will this go on?”

My sister spoke and I could not help but feel a pang of jealousy. How easy it is for some people to get everything in life so easily. Loving parents, love, beauty everything. Someone said it right, loving can hurt. Loving can make you lose yourself. It is a painful loop of a vicious cycle that no one can make it out of. And that is what I am feeling, sorrow, about losing my everything. My life, my love, my soul, my everything. Taking the hand of my beloved sister who I love so much, I handed it to the person who was supposed to be mine but still did not even give a single glance to me.

Sometimes we love the ones that don't deserve our love at all. The Nepharious Gangster's Lethal Love - the painful saga of love and hurt.

He left an irrevocable imprint in my heart that will undoubtedly be there forever. People say love hurts. Now I understand. All I’ve ever gotten from being in love is betrayal, hurt and frustration. Love is supposed to be beautiful. For me, it’s the opposite. Love has torn me down. Love has broken me. Maybe it’s high time I let go. Three hours ago, I was ready to give Bhyron another chance. Right now, I’m exhausted. If he hurts me one more time… no. That won’t happen. I need to escape before it happens.

I echoed, not sure if he meant it as a compliment or a warning. His thumb brushed over my bottom lip, “Yeah,” he murmured, his eyes locked on mine. “Because now, you have the power to hurt me.” His words made my chest tighten and made me want to pull him closer but push him away at the same time. How did I let it get this far? The words he had said a few hours ago at the party echoed in my head... The only person who could hurt me would be someone I loved—completely, hopelessly, and incredibly. You have to love someone to feel that kind of pain.