U Hurted Me Quotes Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Let me just die like this ..I am already shattered because of my deeds." Sob*hiccup*Sob "I know I hurt you." I felt the bed dip beside me and my tears increased more. He removed my hands hovering over me and I kept my eyes shut. I couldn't see in his eyes. "Don't say that Mihu... it's tormenting me." I opened my eyes and let them down. "I know I hurt you here...." My hand reached his heart and I placed it there. "I hurt you so badly that you hate me now."

hurt what's mine. Not even me.

I went out of my car and shouted on top of my lungs. I messed up so bad. I sobbed and sat on the side of the car. I never knew love could hurt like this. ⚘ little ⊹ lies ··································································································································

I had been intentionally hurting him. “I’m awful,” I said finally, throwing my head in my hands. “I wanted to hate him so much, and hurt him back, but I just can’t.” “You’re not awful.” Lucas pulled me into a one armed hug and rubbed my trembling arm. “You’re hurt, and now you know you don’t want to stoop to that kind of level and hurt him too.” I sniffed, wiping a stray tear from my eyes. “You’re right. I don’t want to be that person.”

“You are mine and no one hurts you.” It took everything in me not cry and hug him tight or disappear inside him. I couldn’t believe he was giving me such beautiful words when he was hurt himself. “Do you have any idea how much fûcking difficult it was to wait for you to open your eyes so I could look into them and see your pain, look at every inch of your body to know where and how hurt you were, so I could feel you.” With those words, he slipped a long finger inside me. “You said that I am hurt, maybe I am because anything that causes you pain hurts me. Not being able to touch you hurts me.”

I grew up depressed and unloved. So you see, don’t think you can hurt me. And I don’t need your pity or anything.” I snapped back.

Her words keep echoing in my skull. I don’t know if I can survive you. I’ve been shot. Stabbed. Beaten to the edge of death. Nothing has ever cut me deeper than that single sentence. Because it is the one wound I cannot fight my way out of.

“What about you?” “Sorry everyone. I’m not trying to make any one feel guilty, just trying to prove a point. Marcus, remember what I told you about my life before?” “Yes.” “Do you realize that people that hurt me are sitting right at this table in varying degrees? Some by ignorance, or turning a blind eye. Some with words. Some with silence. Some physically. Some through rejection.” “Um.”

It usually didn't bother me when I got comments like that, but for some reason, hearing it from her… it hurt. T. B. C!

she spat out, her voice trembling with a potent mix of anger and hurt "You said you hate me! That you hate me more than you've ever hated anyone in your entire life!" Her words hit me like a punch, and I could almost see the deep, painful gashes those harsh words had inflicted on her soul. Now, no longer blinded by my own fury, I felt a pang of guilt for the hurt I'd caused. I had wielded my words like a weapon, leaving her bleeding and wounded. She had been living in pain all this time, much like I had, and I had only added to her torment. "I was angry with you" I said, my voice devoid of emotion, as if trying to justify my actions, my hurtful words.