Why Do I Love Someone That Hurts Me Novels & Stories

"If I'm understanding this, you don't want to love him because he's gone through a lot." "No, that's not—" "That's exactl—" "I'm scared! Of him hurting me and me hurting him! Loving him complicates things unnecessarily. I don't want to be with anyone else but Tyler and I really don't want to hurt Tarik because he's already gone through so much." "You're stupid."

And I realized, if loving her was wrong and should not be it. Rather, it should be, Is loving her wrong? Is loving her wrong that I have to beg her to let me down slowly? Is loving her wrong that even after all the battered hurts, I want lay in her arms, with her lips kissing me awake. There is this thing about being hurt. You do not feel it when it pierces you. You do not want to believe it is hurting. You want to convince yourself you are okay.

“ You’re one friend that I will always call because you seem to understand Lucas. “ He states, his words a little slurry. “ Why does she love me? I gave her so much pain. Anyone with a sane mind would hate me but she doesn’t. “ “ This relation puts her in pain, I see it bringing her down. And I can’t leave her either because she’s the only one I felt loved around. I’ve been selfish for way too long Lucas, I’ve wanted to let her go to put her out of this misery this toxic relationship but I just can’t do it. I’ve been really selfish and I don’t want to be selfish anymore. You aren’t selfish in love…no that’s not how it works. “ “ I remember how I hurt her, how I called her names, humiliated h

"Why did it all end up like this Mike? Why would anyone else let me know everything? Why in the beginning you didn't tell me and you preferred to keep it from me. For what? Just to make you believe me and you hurt like this? You know Mike you just made me feel the pain and hardship I went through before. " "Until now I still wonder where I was missing and why you did this to me. Until now it is still a puzzle here in my mind why all the people I love are deliberately hurting me. Why do I have to be hurt when I love? Who the sensible and serious person was the only one being deceived and betrayed. Why are people like this in the world?" I didn’t expect my tears to suddenly drip into my eyes n

But a dark thought rolls through my mind, swallowing me whole at the same time. Hate also means love, right? She can only hate me because she still loves me. That's why this betrayal hurts. Destiny will never leave me. We still have time to fix everything.

I don’t turn. Because I can’t lie. Because it hurts too much to admit that I loved someone who never loved me back. Who loves my elder sister.

"I-I love you so much. I know you can't reciprocate that, and I don't care. I'll love you, Celeste, until you learn to love yourself again." I felt my heart slowly calming down as he hugged me tightly. We were in that position when the door suddenly opened, revealing someone I never expected to see again. I could see the devastation in him when he saw me. "Celeste..." His voice broke. Arik. I think part of love is hurting. It is not love if it isn't hurting you. You can't feel such pain if you've never genuinely love someone. You get hurt at the thought of losing that person. You get hurt as you imagine what it might be like if others could love the person you love better.

* The question loops in my mind, over and over, like a song I can’t turn off. Adrian loves me. He said he loves me. Correction, he said he never stopped loving me, which is somehow worse because it means all those years, all that pain, he loved me while he destroyed me. What kind of love is that? What kind of person loves someone and lets them suffer the way he let me suffer? But then I hear his voice again, broken and raw: *Hurt people hurt people. Broken people break people.* Is that an excuse? Or is it just the truth?

After all who can love that man who's the only reason behind all her pain? I no longer want to hurt her but I don't have any other option. The more I'll hurt her, the more she'll hate me and I know that I deserve hatred. A person like me should rot in hell but when I force her to say that she loves me, my nerves calm in peace. She's a soothing medicine to all my deserved wounds yet I have to make sure that she's in hate with me.

Natahimik ako dahil sa kanyang sinabi ngunit agad ding nakabawi. "Why?" "I hurt you." Tipid na sagot niya. "Loving someone means giving them the privilege to hurt you. Because pain and love are inseparable." He looked at me with amusement is visible in his eyes. "And I'm giving you the privilege to hurt me, Larie." He said.