Loving Can Hurt Novels & Stories

She wondered if he really loved her like he had claimed. The intense pain of betrayal crushed her soul, with her heart breaking into a million pieces. She swept her palm across her face wiping the tears off, and pushed the heavy weights of grief down the back of her mind. Her mind was made up. Since they couldn't wait to throw her out, not out into the streets though, but it made no difference, she was being thrown to a man she knew nothing about, then by all means, she had to leave. Maybe it would be easier to live with an unknown man than living with a family that only caused her deep sorrow. She craved warmth from someone else other than herself.

We both laughed I love Georgina, she's my safe space l, everything just seems right when she's around She held my hands and smiled so hard at me “I'm lucky we're friends” I said holding her back She blushed so hard her face turned pink “I saw Mason looking at you last night” “Ugh” I said rolling my eyes Mason is the last name I needed to hear at that moment “I heard he's broken up with Stacy, I knew they could never last” she continued “Have you seen the both of them, they're like the most toxic people ever, of course they won't last” I said

“How can you cause the ones you claim to love pain?” “She was the one I did those things to!” Sophia screamed without taking her eyes off her. “She was the one I wanted to suffer!” “Yes, but in doing that, you hurt them, too! They love her, you fool. They love her so much that seeing her in pain was causing them pain, too!” A pang went through my heart, a quiet sob bursting out of my throat. Cordella went on. “Seeing her miserable made them miserable! Can you not see you were hurting them?”

What someone does to you is a reflection of who they are, and, not you. . Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses you build up a whole suit of armor so that nothing can hurt you. Then one stupid person, no different from just any other stupid person, wanders into your life. You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you. Then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkne

That for once, I thought that what we had was real. "When you are drugged with love," I began. "You'll find it hard to differentiate what is wrong from what is right. So, people often make a decision that if it doesn't hurt them, they will hurt others. Just like Harris who hurt me when he decided to trade me for another woman. And it's like me hurting myself by repeatedly begging him even though he's really gone. That's how love works, it will make you incapacitated to make the right decision at the time.” I quickly blinked my eyes as they began getting filled with tears. I tried to remove the blurring of my vision and tried to stop myself from letting out a sob.

She knew what kind of people surrounded her Every time Sheila walked into her space, she did not even want to breathe the same air with her. The pain, betrayal, and heartache she felt a few months ago were still fresh to her. She can remember as if it was yesterday itself. The urge to slap her is always there. Sheila being around her make sit feel like a malignant tumor that keeps on popping up when it’s removed or does not just go away.

And in a very long time, as well. I don’t know if I should nod or anything. It makes me feel guilty that someone is sad because of my presence. Well, maybe it really happens in love. Pain and love are two words that will always come together. But the thing is, love doesn’t only hurt the two people involved. It also hurts other parties. It’s a sad fact that I need to accept in order to grow with Nero. “How are you?” I’m grateful for Heart. She makes everything bright. She makes everything easy.

The hurt is immeasurable as if a part of me has been forcefully ripped away, leaving behind a void that can never be filled. Tears stream down my face, blurring my vision, as I find myself at the intersection of hurt and anger. It's a tumultuous place, where every emotion battles for dominance. The pain in my hand from striking the center table is nothing compared to the agony in my heart. It's a pain that cuts to the core of my being, threatening to swallow me whole.

"Why do the people I love hurt me? I don't understand." Rohan wrapped his arms around his son and rested his chin on his head. His son hardly ever cried... hardly showed any emotion except indifference and anger but for him to show his pain by crying? It was something that had finally broken him. "Sometimes, people we love hurt us but they're still the ones who heal us." He muttered. "They don't do it intentionally but... anger makes a man say things he doesn't mean to say." "I loved them." He rasped. "So much. I could die for them if they asked but they both decided I wasn't worth it."

Afterall, it is said that the people we love the most are the people who end up hurting us the most. Their trauma to us stabs deeper because we love them. They are able to hurt us so deeply because we love them so deeply. Passionately. And thinking that they love us too. My father loved me. Tasha loved me too, but I ended up hurting them. I loved my mum to the point of doing anything she asked of me, but she ended up hurting me, silently wiping me out of her life as if I were a stain on her impeccable reputation. No one can hurt you if you don't love them. You just wouldn't give a fuck about them because you don't care about them.