Why Do Love Hurts So Much Novels & Stories

Pierce lurches at me when I am within grabbing distance, yanking me towards him and causing both of us to collapse on the ground, breathless. His arms are wrapped around me, he's still crying, his breaths unstable and ragged. "Why do you want to leave me!" "Why? Lana told me everything, why did you want to destroy me. You said you love me!" "I do!" What makes love so painful? The only thing I feel is this searing pain in my heart. Maybe this is how it's supposed to be, it hurts, so you know it's real. "I'm sorry!" My bones are being crushed by his firm grip, and I meet his red cloudy gaze, slowly raising a finger to touch his wet cheek.

“It didn't look like you need–” “Yes, I heard you the first time! You’re a bastard, you know that? I was lying there because of you, and you didn't come see me. Not once. And your reason is that it doesn't look like I needed you? So what if I don’t? What if I didn't want to see your face? You could have still come!” Why does it hurt so much? It hurt so bad that I could barely breathe. Why? WHY? I hated this muscled, possessive bastard. I couldn't stand him, so why then does it hurt so much? Why on God’s green earth does it hurt like this?

I cried and sobbed because I had thought that my Master would be with me forever, that he told me I was his mate. I loved him but he didn’t love me back. I cried silently though. I was used to not making a sound and it was coming in handy just then. I didn't want anyone to find me. I had never felt this kind of hurt before. All the physical blows were nothing compared to the growing pain in my heart. Why does it hurt so much?

Afterall, it is said that the people we love the most are the people who end up hurting us the most. Their trauma to us stabs deeper because we love them. They are able to hurt us so deeply because we love them so deeply. Passionately. And thinking that they love us too. My father loved me. Tasha loved me too, but I ended up hurting them. I loved my mum to the point of doing anything she asked of me, but she ended up hurting me, silently wiping me out of her life as if I were a stain on her impeccable reputation. No one can hurt you if you don't love them. You just wouldn't give a fuck about them because you don't care about them.

I hate him! I fucking hate him with everything I have and I hope he crashes on his stupid bike that makes him look smoking hot! Covering my face with my hands, I burst into tears. I don’t hate him. I could never hate him. I love him so fucking much that I would die for him. I’d kill for him. Why does loving someone hurt so much? Is this what men mean when they say that love is the greatest weakness one can possess? It can be one’s downfall until there is no return.

“You hurt him for no reason!” Oliver’s expression didn’t change. But his silence said everything. And that silence… Broke something inside her. “I hate you,” she said, her voice shaking with emotion. “You’re disgusting.” For the first time… Those words actually hit him. Not like the others. Not like fear. Not like insults. This one stayed. Because it came from her. And for reasons he didn’t understand… That mattered. More than it should have.

Didn’t he pity me even a little? Tears glistened on my eyes as I racked my brain, trying hard not to break down. It hurts so much. It broke me deeply to discover the things that he’d been hiding away from me. I used to think that love doesn’t cause pain and that it was something beautiful but the reality was completely different. Love hurts like hell. Right now, I felt like my heart was being plucked from my chest, leaving a hole that will be impossible to fill . All the people that I’ve loved have all been a disappointment. Why?

"No, nothing happened, but I’m just trying to make it clear to you that love is hard." "Well, it shouldn’t be hard," I say, feeling a mix of frustration and confusion. "It needs to be hard," she replies, her voice steady. "In fact, I think love is one of the hardest things because you go through so many emotions. Hurt, joy, pain, confusion, misery, and more pain. Love is nothing without pain… the people you love the most will be the ones who hurt you the most." "What if they don’t hurt you?" I ask, my mind racing with possibilities.

I whispered, “we’re all still here. Me, Daddy, even Uncle Ryan. We love you so much.” “Then why does it hurt?” she whispered. Because love isn’t always enough, that’s what I wanted to say. Because the people who love you the most are sometimes the ones who have to walk away first. Instead, I said, “Sometimes, it hurts because our hearts grow when we miss someone. It’s how we make space for love.” She looked unconvinced, eyes glistening. I wanted to scoop her up, to make her forget everything that had bruised her little heart.

Samantha was afraid to love and experience the pain that comes with it. Well, in reality, there was no love that was pure happiness. Love is meant to hurt someone. Love is intended to cause deepened wounds... unfading scars... and unending traumas. Which leads most to the question... why would you love someone anyway?