Novel & Cerita Loving Someone Who Hurts You Quotes

" Yes because I never made an effort , I could have been much more to my mum than a stupid substitute but I couldn't do anything , and I made it worse by letting her continue , I shouldn't have tried to brush it all under a rug but I did because it was easy - I didn't want to -" " Hurt your mum - I know , you were a kid Jake you loved her she is your mother , no child would like to admit that something was wrong about their mother " I cupped his face as he covered it with his hands " but you stopped it didn't you , not completely but you did - didn't you say she almost did it and its clear that you stopped before she could do anything to you - you have nothing to be guilty about , there is

The person that is supposed to love and protect you, is the one that is harming you. It was bitter, but that was life. Life is cruel.

"I won't go against our family's decision, Quel. I'm sorry. I have been so selfless my whole life, let me be selfish, even if it's just for now. I love you." I turned my back and walked away. "How dare you turn away?!" He yelled. I closed my eyes even if I know I'm too weak to open them again. I love you too, Quel. But, I wonder why... I wonder why everyone I love hurts me without even blinking. They love to hurt me. They love to see me in pain. Is it... Is it so satisfying to watch me suffer? "Do you love seeing me hurting that much that you keep on creating sources of my pain and suffering everyday?" I mumbled.

Because I may not know much above love it loving someone but I know one thing. You do not hurt someone you love, not the way they hurt me.

The word felt heavy. I walked closer to the bed, lowering my voice. “You don’t know what I feel,” I said. “Then tell me.” My chest rose and fell unevenly. “You won’t understand.” “Try me.” I stared at him for a long moment. “You won’t know what it feels like,” I began slowly, “to love someone so much that even when they hurt you, you still see them in everything.” He didn’t interrupt. “Yes, I still love Roman,” I said.

Whitney "So you are mad at him?" @Reliance "Why does love hurt?" Whitney. "Maybe, you are looking for love in the wrong place." @Reliance. "Do you think there is someone for me?" Whitney "There is always that special person waiting for you, you are hurting, he is still hurting like you, and his heart is also shattered like yours." @Reliance. "I wish I could meet him." Whitney. "Maybe, you have met him, but you didn't give importance to him." @Reliance.

His eyes were red now, tears threatening to spill over. "But I should have known better. Love isn't supposed to hurt like this. Because when you truly love someone, you don't do to them what you did to me." He was nearly shouting now. "When you love someone, you don't toy with them! You don't make a fool of them! You don't drug them just because you want to prove a point to yourself!" Each word felt like a physical blow.

“My heart was filled with so much hate… especially after witnessing my mother and unborn sister’s death. And because of that, I ended up hurting her too…” He still didn’t move, but I knew he was listening. “Almost a decade has passed, and I’m still trying to fix things between us… because that’s how much she means to me.” I stared down at my hands as they trembled a bit, at the scars and cracks time couldn’t fully heal. “Don’t be like me,” I said quietly, clenching my fist as a sad smile spread across my face. “Don’t push away the people who love you just because you’re hurting. I did, and I almost lost her forever.”

I silently hoped she got every single emotion, every word that gnawed at my heart. You’re not worthless. You’re not useless either. Don’t hate someone I don’t hate. Don’t hate someone I love.

“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.”