Loving Can Hurt Novels & Stories

I hate him! I fucking hate him with everything I have and I hope he crashes on his stupid bike that makes him look smoking hot! Covering my face with my hands, I burst into tears. I don’t hate him. I could never hate him. I love him so fucking much that I would die for him. I’d kill for him. Why does loving someone hurt so much? Is this what men mean when they say that love is the greatest weakness one can possess? It can be one’s downfall until there is no return.

Her jealousy would kill me, so I decided to choose her over Kale, for the good of everyone. Halen was the kind of girl with an angelic smile and a dreadful temper. I loved her nagging, I loved her stubbornness, I was in love with all of her, and everything about her. But sometimes in life, There's always a hole waiting for us to fall in, and once we do, we don't get out of it, even if we do eventually, it will always be in our memory panel that we were once in a hole, a dark hole. ~ No matter how much someone loves you, they are still capable of hurting you, very much. ~

Samantha was afraid to love and experience the pain that comes with it. Well, in reality, there was no love that was pure happiness. Love is meant to hurt someone. Love is intended to cause deepened wounds... unfading scars... and unending traumas. Which leads most to the question... why would you love someone anyway?

It was crazy that no matter how I tried to pretend like he did not affect me,I Still felt it anytime I tried to hurt him,as it just hurts me twice as much. I broke down on my knees and did not even do as much as try to hold back the tears that had been threatening to come out since,as I tried to see if crying was going to ease the intensifying pain that was present in my heart.

“It’s fine if you don’t want shrimp, El! Why go as far as pushing me?” I never imagined that she could lie so brazenly. Benedict’s face burned with rage. He stood protectively in front of Melissa. “El, that’s going too far! Mel only meant well. How could you hurt her like this?” The thick, scalding soup seeped through the gauze right into my open wound. Pus started oozing from the gash. The searing pain made me break out in a cold sweat, and I could only speak slowly.

The baby kicked again and I pressed my hand harder against the movement, anchoring myself to the one thing that was pure and uncomplicated in this whole mess—this child who just wanted to be born and didn't care about mate bonds or rejection or love that couldn't go anywhere. "I'll figure it out," I promised quietly. "Somehow. I'll figure out how to keep everyone I love from getting hurt." Even as I said it, I knew it was a lie. You couldn't love people without hurting them eventually, couldn't be loved without getting hurt yourself. That was just how it worked. The only way to avoid the pain was to avoid the love, and I'd never been any good at that. So I'd just have to hurt and be hurt and

Plus, even if we succeed in finding him, he probably wouldn't be willing to return—" Leta shot to her feet, arguing, "What are you blabbering about? He's just mad at me. I know that he blames me for what happened, and I regret what I did, too. It's fine. I will apologize to him properly and make it up to him bit by bit. "He still loves me. He still does…" Leta mumbled to herself while cradling that wedding photo in her arms, as though she was hypnotizing herself. That was the only photograph she had taken with Harvey.

“It makes you human. And strong enough to acknowledge your pain instead of burying it.” Silence wrapped around us again. I reached for a cookie, not because I was hungry but because I needed something, anything, to hold onto. “I love him,” I said suddenly. “I really do. But every time I look at him now, I see Luca’s eyes. And I hate myself for it.” Calista leaned forward. “Loving someone doesn’t mean you won’t ever be hurt by them. Or by their past. It just means you’re willing to work through it, anytime you’re ready.”

“You hurt him for no reason!” Oliver’s expression didn’t change. But his silence said everything. And that silence… Broke something inside her. “I hate you,” she said, her voice shaking with emotion. “You’re disgusting.” For the first time… Those words actually hit him. Not like the others. Not like fear. Not like insults. This one stayed. Because it came from her. And for reasons he didn’t understand… That mattered. More than it should have.

I didn’t hold anything back, letting the words spill out in a rush of anger and hurt and sorrow. She listened, her expression a mixture of sympathy and outrage. When I was done, she reached across the table and took my hand, her touch a warm, solid anchor in the storm of my emotions. “Oh, Aria,” she said, her voice a soft, soothing murmur. “I’m so sorry. He’s an idiot. A complete and total idiot.” “But he’s my idiot,” I whispered, my voice a hoarse, choked sound. “And I love him.” “I know,” she said, her voice gentle. “And that’s the problem. Because when you love someone, you give them the power to hurt you. And he hurt you. Bad.”