Romans & histoires Why Do I Love Someone That Hurts Me

I wanted to go find the bastard and make him regret ever hurting her. But right now, she didn’t need my anger. She needed someone to cry, just like I do too. I pulled back slightly, cupping her face in my hands. “He’s an idiot.” A weak, bitter laugh escaped her. “That’s an understatement.” I wiped at her tear-streaked cheeks with my thumbs. “He doesn’t deserve you.” Her lips wobbled. “Then why does it still hurt?” “Because you loved him.” I sighed. “And love makes people do stupid things.”

Only stupid people will fall for a man who doesn't know how to love, and I'm not stupid enough to fall for a person who doesn't believe in love. I will never fall in love with someone. In the first place, I know that person can't love me back. ❝Why?❞ he asked gossipily. Have you ever been hurt by love? What she knows about love is people who are afraid to love or people who are bitter in love is that they are the people who burn in the truth of love, which is not just pure happiness sometimes. It will slap you with the harsh and painful truth that you will often feel pain that you may never want to feel again.

Even with the way he treated me, I foolishly believed there might still be a chance for us to fix things. Why? Because I loved him. I was deeply in love with him, and letting go of someone I love has always been incredibly hard for me. It’s just who I am. I try to find excuses and reasons for people’s actions, even when they hurt me. I cling to the belief that things will get better if I just give it time. But life doesn’t always give you what you want. Sometimes, it takes everything from you, leaving you with no choice but to face reality.

Or maybe I did know, and I just refused to admit it—that I was hurting because I still cared. I held his hand and stared at his peaceful face. “You’re such an asshole… and this is what happens to you?” I let out a weak laugh. “Why are you like this? You always hurt the people who love you.” I tightened my grip on his hand. “Why do you keep hurting me? Do you know how painful it is? I almost couldn’t take it anymore. But in the end, I’m the only one who gets hurt. You? You don’t care at all. You’re such a jerk. You know that?”

I didn’t hold anything back, letting the words spill out in a rush of anger and hurt and sorrow. She listened, her expression a mixture of sympathy and outrage. When I was done, she reached across the table and took my hand, her touch a warm, solid anchor in the storm of my emotions. “Oh, Aria,” she said, her voice a soft, soothing murmur. “I’m so sorry. He’s an idiot. A complete and total idiot.” “But he’s my idiot,” I whispered, my voice a hoarse, choked sound. “And I love him.” “I know,” she said, her voice gentle. “And that’s the problem. Because when you love someone, you give them the power to hurt you. And he hurt you. Bad.”

he said, his voice sounding like he hated to see me in pain. "And so? What will you do about it? People cry, people hurt. It's not new. And you shouldn't care." "But I care," he said, and a sharp sigh left my throat. "I care that you're hurt. And I want to know what's causing it." He said, and more tears spilled down my face. How do I tell this man that loving him was the very thing hurting me?

I added. He sighed. "I didn't mean to shout at her, I just didn't really like what she said. It's not because she loves Gian that it's okay for her to get hurt. What's that mindset?" "Baby you also experience being in love, of course there are people like that who can do everything for the person they love, there are also people that it’s okay for them to be hurt than the person they love, right?" I said.

I may not be able to give her the time I think she needs and it's too late to come up with a new strategy. Hopefully the other side of this thing will come into play soon and help soften the blow. As much as I'm programmed to fuck her hard and often, I'm also preconditioned to love her just as hard. Since I've never loved anyone like that I can only hope that it means I'd hurt myself before I'd hurt her. It's the only way I'd be able to withstand the pain of being around her these next few days.

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

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