روايات وقصص ضمن Why Do I Love Someone That Hurts Me

I wanted to know how Irvin could show how much he loved me and acted like he couldn't live without me, yet still hurt me so deeply. True love wouldn't allow you to hurt your loved one like he did me. Take me for instance. No matter how much Irvin had hurt me or how much I had hated him, I had never once tried to hurt him. Even now, I still wished for him to live a happy life. "It's because I'm selfish," Irvin said. "My love was far too self-centered. Back then, I had been so hurt by that misunderstanding that I wanted you to feel the same pain. I even wanted you to hurt so badly that you would wish you were dead.

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 won't go against our family's decision, Quel. I'm sorry. I have been so selfless my whole life, let me be selfish, even if it's just for now. I love you." I turned my back and walked away. "How dare you turn away?!" He yelled. I closed my eyes even if I know I'm too weak to open them again. I love you too, Quel. But, I wonder why... I wonder why everyone I love hurts me without even blinking. They love to hurt me. They love to see me in pain. Is it... Is it so satisfying to watch me suffer? "Do you love seeing me hurting that much that you keep on creating sources of my pain and suffering everyday?" I mumbled.

“That’s the only reason I’m still here. Enduring the silence. The mood swings. The distance. Because I love her.” I nodded slowly, hugging the blanket tighter. “Why does love always hurt this bad?” His chuckle was low, tired. “Because we always fall hardest for the people who can hurt us the most.” We sat in silence again. It wasn’t awkward. Just… quiet. He didn’t try to fill the space, and I didn’t feel the need to either. Somehow, that made it better. “I saw you and Liam earlier,” he said after a while. I stiffened slightly.

“You better get rid of her before we crush her.” The worst thing about hurting the person you love is that you know everything that would destroy her. Every single weakness. Every single insecurity. This way, it took me nothing to have her hate me in 24 hours. I hoped that I could save the plan I was working on for ages and finally save us. But I was an idiot and just ended up sabotaging everything.

I asked myself in tears. Maybe, wishing to be loved back is too much. It is not possible for the one we love to love us too. Part of love, is to be hurt. Every pain, every bitterness is also a good lesson. but if you do not use what you have learned in every disease, and you remain foolish, it is very useless. The memory of the first time we met again suddenly came to my mind. Why was I forced? I wish I could not be hurt like this. I hope I am happy now.

As the training whistle echoed loudly across the field, I whispered the same haunting question that followed me every single day. “Why do I keep loving someone who hates me?”

“It’s fine if you don’t want shrimp, El! Why go as far as pushing me?” I never imagined that she could lie so brazenly. Benedict’s face burned with rage. He stood protectively in front of Melissa. “El, that’s going too far! Mel only meant well. How could you hurt her like this?” The thick, scalding soup seeped through the gauze right into my open wound. Pus started oozing from the gash. The searing pain made me break out in a cold sweat, and I could only speak slowly.

“Answer me.” “Love. I don’t know. Sometimes. I feel something for you. I hated you. Why is it so easy to hate someone but it’s so difficult to love?” I stared out of the window, looking over the forest and the mountains, but not really seeing it. His hands were on my shoulders. “Because love hurts,” he said, his breath warm against my neck. “You’re right. I am a coward. I don’t want to hurt like that again.” I turned around right into his arms. “I never want to hurt anyone.”

"But if you actually like her that bad, if you think you like her as much as you think you do, why not just go to her and settle things out?" "Because it's not that simple. I just don't know if I could think of her the same way again. Maybe that's mean of me, and hypocritical, being that I have a couple of things I have not told her about me yet. Maybe I'm just being unfair, but I just can't shake this hurt I feel inside. You know this saying that goes like this: the one you love the most has the power to hurt you the most? I find that to be very very true."