When Loving Him Is Hurting You Novels & Stories

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.

Self-loathsome. Why loving someone is so painful? So, heart wrecking. "Zara, my daughter, my princess..." His affectionate voice filled my heart, and unable to stop the constriction inside, my eyes started shedding tears. He holds my chin and turned my face towards him. I looked at him with guilt and shame. His eyes filled with sorrow as he stared at me with hurtful emotion. He rubbed my cheeks with his elasticity hand. The small motion triggers a throbbing pain in my chest.

Asking me not to make her admit out loud how repulsive she finds my scarred face? And why does she insist on being so close to me that I can't think straight? Whispering in my ear and holding me, falling asleep on me and lying next to me? Doesn't she know by now how much she affects me? Can't she guess? Most of all, I try to resist the amazing feeling of being held by the woman I've fallen in love with. This feels so good and yet hurts so much. I want this from her, but I want more too. I want her to want me back. Not just as a friend. I desperately need her to love me too, to prove to me that not all women are like Saph. That despite my face and my scars, there's something inside me still w

I said, my voice trembling with the hurt and pain that consumed my heart. Reluctantly, he nodded his head and took the phone, heading to her I*******m profile. A wave of anger, hurt, and pain washed over me as I watched him scroll through it. How could he love her so much? Why is it so difficult for him to accept me? “No….. No!”

“Nothing my father did can change that. Nothing can change how I feel about you.” Tears run down my face, hot and quick. I don’t wipe them away. I’m tired of faking how much this hurts. I look at him, studying his face. The sincerity in his eyes. The shaking of his hand, and against every broken piece within me, I know it’s real. He loves me. Maybe he always has. Maybe that’s why this hurts so badly. Because loving him doesn’t eliminate the ache. But maybe... maybe it can help fix it.

When you blindly trust someone and they show you how blind you truly are, it hurts terribly. Despite everything, she was unable to stop her heart from loving him because her love is selfless. She knew from the beginning that she would only experience pain as a result of this one-sided love. He was no longer her, and she still yearned for his love, and this shit was hurting her terribly.

Overworking himself trying to prove he could still balance everything. And my chest caves inward all over again. The call goes to voicemail. A second later— A text. Harper. Just my name. Nothing else. And somehow that hurts worse. I press my hand hard against my mouth to stop the crying that wants to come out again. Because this feels wrong. Everything about this feels wrong. But loving him means wanting what’s best for him. Even if that thing isn’t me. And maybe that’s what real love actually is. Not holding on.

It's true that I have strong feelings for Victor but my love for Aaron is also true. I can't do something that hurt my husband because he loves me from his heart and he gave me everything that I can't imagine.He always showed his love and care for me .He never cheated me and always stood by my side.I can't hide the truth that I love him .I didn't fall in love with him as I was lonely or lost. I fell for him after getting to know about his love and care for me and I wanted to make him a permanent part of my world. "The most painful and the saddest truth of my life was I love them both......"

"I feel extremely bothered by a particular lie. “Which one? "He tilts his head lightly, and makes a face with the movement. "You said that loving doesn't hurt, Hunter," I whine, biting my lip to contain a hiccup. "So why does it hurt me so much to see you like that?” He lowers his head, and a salty drop of tear falls on my lap when I repeat the gesture, keeping the look in my hands. I try to resist the imminent crying, but the tears overflow before I can realize it. Deep down, I understand that Hunter may not have had good intentions when meeting me, just as I didn't, but... While I was trying to keep an armor around my problems, he broke it so that he could reach me. And that was more than

I echoed, not sure if he meant it as a compliment or a warning. His thumb brushed over my bottom lip, “Yeah,” he murmured, his eyes locked on mine. “Because now, you have the power to hurt me.” His words made my chest tighten and made me want to pull him closer but push him away at the same time. How did I let it get this far? The words he had said a few hours ago at the party echoed in my head... The only person who could hurt me would be someone I loved—completely, hopelessly, and incredibly. You have to love someone to feel that kind of pain.