Novel & Cerita When Someone You Love Hurt You Quotes

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.

I say as I could suddenly feel myself sob uncontrollably. " but you know what,I do not understand the reason why I still love him regardless of what he had done to me....he did nothing but hurt me and all I feel this past few months is mind drifting back to him at every opportunity it seems to get....I'm just so stupid " I finally and I could hear myself hiccuping from constant crying. " heyyy it's okay....you do not need to be too hard on yourself, you know that right?" I hear him say but took a stop to look at me,obviously trying to see if I was taking what he was telling me well.

Pero bakit hindi ako? "You shouldn't cry over that bastard. He doesn't deserve your tears." Mariing aniya niya. I turned to him. His gazed looked darked and his jaw tightened. We stared at each other for a few seconds and I couldn’t help but showed him how I feel. I know he saw it in my eyes. His forehead furrowed and he averted his gaze. "I just can't help it." Nanginginig na aniya ko. "It hurts to be hurt by the people you love. I feel broke and betrayed at the same time..."

"Vincent?" "I am sorry. I didn't knew what gotten into me. I was messed up when you said, even after trying, you weren't able to love me. It hurts. It hurts so fucking bad. My brain stopped working the moment those words left your lips and whatever my heart felt, I did blindly. I just couldn't imagine my life without you in it. I'm sorry--" "Shhh! Just relax. I'm here right in front of you. I'm always with you."

"Cuts deeper when it's coming from a loved one." "The way you say it, I'm guessing that loved one's a woman," I said. "You guessed right. But she's no more now. All in the past, buried but not forgotten." "You still remember." "Mostly people remember the hurtful things they've been through. It's an unforgettable experience. You could forget a moment of bliss or one day of happiness, but you never forget that stab in the back. That regret that you must have made the biggest mistake of your life in trusting someone. It is an adversity we all get to deal with one way or the other."

I said, and she nodded, wrapping the bandage around my arm. “Sometimes even the closest of people stab you in the back. But you know, even when that happens, you are going to find yourself being surrounded by others that love you so dearly that you are going to forget those that hurt you the way that they did. Family members are included when it comes to those that can hurt you too.” She said, and I nodded, looking away from her.

He shut his eyes, placing his forehead against mine. “How much more are you planning to hurt me?” My voice cracked with emotions. “How long do you want me to suffer?” “You remember, you once told me that love is a poison that kills you so softly and slowly that you start enjoying the pain?” I clenched my jaws. That’s something my mother used to say often. He took a deep, shaky breath. “Starving people can even lick poison right off the blade, even if it cuts their tongue. And I am famished, love.”

I said. “I don’t fucking trust you Octavia! You are a fucking whore! A liar and a cheater! I took you as my sister. I thought you were my breath of fresh air, but obviously you are not. Get out and stay the fuck away from me!” she yelled, slumping on her bed. Her body vibrates as she sobs while my heart beats fast as I recall her hurtful words: whore, liar, cheater, she doesn’t trust me. I look at her, my heart conflicting in pain, so this is what it feels like for your loved one to say something that hurts to you. Like I did with my mother years ago, so this is how she felt. I said a lot of hurtful words to her, words I can never take back. It feels like something is squeezing my heart hars

Deep down, she knew the pain would never truly disappear, but maybe, just maybe, they could find a way to heal together. “You taught me how to love you so much, but when you left, I wished you had also taught me how to unlove you,” Vincent’s words pierced through the silence, his voice thick with emotion. “It was painful, so painful that it was hard to breathe and even harder to live and move on without you.”

The memory of that moment haunted me, a stark reminder of the lengths we go to shield ourselves from ridicule. "When you protect yourself from pain, be sure you don't protect yourself from love. That's how we are; we choose pride over our own preferences, so the ending is you are the one that gets hurt in the end," his words echoed in my mind, stirring a whirlwind of emotions within me. The fragility of our bond laid bare before us, a testament to the vulnerabilities we dared not confront.