Loving Can Hurt Novels & Stories

What I felt was something close to love. Not the sixteen year old kind, not the desperate orbit-of-the-sun kind that had been my original operating system for Jamie Grayson. Something older. Something that had been built in the last several months out of harder materials — honesty and damage and the slow work of two people deciding whether what remained between them was worth the effort of tending. I didn’t say it to myself in those words yet. I wasn’t ready for the full weight of the sentence. But I acknowledged the shape of it, there in the grey morning, and didn’t push it away.

Just by getting fed up by these emotions already made me exhausted. Moments later, a sound of a strumming guitar probably coming from the cd started playing. A familiar song started to play in an instant. Photograph that was sang by Ed Sheeran. another song that I could relate to. It seems like we picked a song that would accurately describe the sorrow that i'm going through. 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

He saw me kissing Max with his own eyes, it must have hurt him badly. He sighed and pulled me into his arms. “Baby girl, I know that you used to do that when you feel hurt. But please don’t do it anymore. You hurt me, but you are also hurting yourself. That’s not a way to feel loved. I’m here, you have me. You don’t have to do it anymore.” I knew what he said was true. Every time I felt hurt because of a guy, I would use another guy just to feel loved. I even used Cole. But I wouldn’t feel good after that. I would feel miserable and Damian understood.

The most painful thing in the world is probably loving someone who doesn’t feel the same way. Unrequited love is painful yet blissful at the same time. Painful because it’s heartbreak without all the beginning and the middle. Only the end. Blissful because it’s without all the drama.

She yelled from the bedroom and I rolled my eyes as I jumped into the shower, "tell me something I don't know idiot..." I heard her laugh and I swear to God it was the most beautiful sound ever. I hated how soppy I was becoming. Weak, soppy and loving.. that Shit always got one hurt. People will realize how much you love them and they'll start doing shit and taking you for granted... they'll distance themselves from you knowing that you'll suffer alone. They come into your life, beg you to love them and right when you do, they fucken leave with your heart and you are left there with a painful empty hole instead of your heart..

I asked myself in tears. Maybe, wishing to be loved back is too much. It is not possible for the one we love to love us too. Part of love, is to be hurt. Every pain, every bitterness is also a good lesson. but if you do not use what you have learned in every disease, and you remain foolish, it is very useless. The memory of the first time we met again suddenly came to my mind. Why was I forced? I wish I could not be hurt like this. I hope I am happy now.

It all sounds great to have someone, but it's scary to think how easily they could just leave and take that happiness with them. Loving someone is scary, but loving a damaged person is far worse. When you fall in love with someone that's damaged, you take on the weight of their past, their pain and their guilt. You must be strong and you must be patient. You can stop the bleeding and help them scar over, but they will always be a little broken and perhaps break you too unintentionally while you try to fix their shattered pieces. But if you can handle the dents and the cracks; if you can learn to trust them, then you will find no better lover because they are prepared for anything and they un

Why are they such a charmer and why I love both of them when they both hurt me? Yes, somewhere in my heart, I still loved Ritvik but now, it seems like a distinct memory, like he is not important anymore. Is it because I am falling for his brother? I don't know and if this is true, I don't want to know... I look at my husband sleeping besides me. I don't know how long you will be like this... You don't have to care for me or love me, just don't hurt me anymore, please. I think that I am falling for you... It is easy to bear pain and it is easier to bear pain for our loved ones but the most difficult thing is to bear pain from the person or people you love... I already experienced it once. Pl

He felt some remorse even though he wanted to hate. "I love Lyn, but since yesterday when I saw you at the wedding, you are turning my life into an ass, I will need a psychologist after this." ***** "Mommy, please take me with you, I don't want to be here anymore, it's so painful, I fell in love even though he doesn't love me, he's causing me so much harm, he left me to freeze to death, he's a cruel husband, I don't love him," he sobbed as his mother looked at him tenderly.

I hated myself for feeling this way. Now, I couldn't blame anyone anymore, even Lorenzo, because it was my fault. It was my decision to stay with him to avenge him. I should've just run away and cut all our ties. I should've mourned for my broken heart instead of feeding it more pain until it gets numb. I should've known better because the pain I'm feeling right now doubled. The pain I fed my heart didn't make me numb but was killing me slowly instead.