Why Do Love Hurts So Much Novelas e Histórias

Had I somehow offended him in some way during the times we met up? I tried to think back but it was all a blur. Hot tears filled my eyes again but no ones fell But why couldn't I bring my hand to my mouth? It must have hurt terribly but the only sensations I experienced was the overwhelming feeling of sorrow, and the need to be held. But I couldn't do anything about it. I just couldn't. What was this pain I felt on the inside? Was this how much love hurts? Didn't they all say love was beautiful? So why was I feeling it all so keenly? Why did it feel like someone was trying to squeeze my lungs out with their hands?

She's already being tormented by these current occurrences and all the sudden changes, including Kraius' punishment. She sighed again, trying to calm her raging heart and heavy breathing. She was walking along the corridors of the hospital with no definite destination. She couldn't contain the tears that bursted into a river of pain, bitterness, and failure. Pain from love and the bitterness that had grown through all the lies and failures from ten years ago until now. If love was a mix of bittersweet taste, why do some people want it? If it was the best feeling, then why does it hurt?

"Honey, I have had my heart broken countless times, and let me tell you, it never gets easier. Still, that's no reason to do this to yourself, you understand?" "I do. And I promise you, it's over," I said reassuringly. She studied my face and nodded slowly. "If love hurts this much, why do people do it still?" I muttered. "Because some loves are worth the pain," she paused for a second before saying, "Do you know how many loves in my life that are worth the pain and suffering?" "A hundred?" I teased. "One," she said. "A hundred and one?" "Just one. It’s with my soul mate. And it's you,"

Suddenly he remembered what he had said to Camila three months earlier: Love hurts more than people might think. Loving is the only way to discover the worst sides of a whole. Without love, we are nothing. With it, we can lose everything we considered essential. The only way to avoid a tragedy is by forgetting its faith, and finding a way to cross the sentimental labyrinth that drives the hearts of lovers. Pain teaches, and there is nothing more painful than loving someone who will not have time to return such affection.

I never want to hear that but I did. It hurts. It hurts too much I want to hit this door. It hurts too much I want to throw the things that were around me. It hurts too much that all I'm left to do is to cry. It hurts too much because I know she's still in love with him. But what am I to her? Does she even love me?

"It hurt so much. I don't want it anymore. Why does this always happen to me? All I do is just to love him! There's nothing wrong with what I'm doing, right? I'm not a bad person, but why am I hurting like I did something bad? All I did was love him. What's so wrong with that, that I have to feel this excruciating pain?" "Ace..." Aidan's face softened as he looked at me and comforted me. "Don't cry. Please, don't." He begged me while drying the tears that flowed down my cheeks. "It hurt so bad," I said softly, then smiled bitterly. "Aceia—" "The pain in my heart is killing me, Aidan," I whispered. "I feel like I'm being killed over and over again while playing over and over in my mind what I

Xavier didn’t interrupt this time. He just listened. “I thought that was enough,” I continued. “I thought… if I loved her enough, we could get through anything.” My voice cracked completely. “But I was wrong.” Silence. Heavy. Painful. Real. Xavier reached for my hand, squeezing it gently. “You’re not wrong for loving someone,” he said softly. “Then why does it hurt like this?” He didn’t answer. Because there was no answer that could fix it. I cried until my body couldn’t take it anymore.

Why did love have to be this complicated? ***

The pain spread with swift and efficient cruelty, dismantling every wall I’d carefully constructed since morning. With hands that trembled violently, I pressed the folder harder against my chest and bit down on my lower lip—hard enough to sting—so that not a single sound of grief could escape me. But why does it hurt this much, God? Why does loving him have to cost this much? I cried inwardly, mourning the wretched fate of a heart trapped in the labyrinth of a forbidden love that would never, in any lifetime, find its way out. ****