Why Do Love Hurts So Much Novels & Stories

I said. "But I love her Gian!" “I know how much you love her because I witnessed it but she didn't choose you! She put her dream before you! ” I strongly promise. “I am the one to blame for why I am hurting now. I hope too much that she loves me and she will not leave me again.” "Don’t think that way, you just love her so much that’s why you are hurting now. It is not a mistake to love." I said. “But why? Why did she still choose to leave me? What did I do wrong? Am I not enough? I did everything to her to feel how much I love her but why is she hurting me like this? DO I deserve this kind of pain?”

Was I just a piece of toy to play, for him? “You say it like you had never been hurt by the people whom had loved you. This world has created such rainbow and unicorn illusions of love, that you forget one thing —pain comes with happiness. They are not separate, just affect one differently. If you love someone and that person reciprocates it, they are bound to get hurt in the process,”

He stopped on the way out the door and spoke again. "And don't say you love him when you hurt him so much. Love doesn't say sorry, it's a responsibility to hold." He enunciated before leaving the house. "I love him so much, Aleajdnro. You know that! You know how much I love him that I would give everything for him even if I get hurt again and again! I love him so much that I don't even know what is right and wrong! I love him so much that I can't resist even if it hurts too much!! I love him so much!" I cried, shouting back. But even if I squat now and again, I can't get back to what I was before. I hurt him and hurt my family.

This is painful, I love him so much! I laugh bitterly. Love is cruel in many ways, but pain is dangerously painful in many ways. In love, you can still survive as time passes by with all the people loving you, but pain, it's damn difficult like you drowned in a muddy lake. Now, I understand why most people choose to kill themselves, arising from pain is not as easy as surviving your final exam.

"This is too much." "What's too much?" "All of this. The room. The house. The money. The love." "Why is love too much?" "Because I don't know how to handle it." "What do you mean?" "I mean everyone who says they love me ends up hurting me." "We won't hurt you." "How do I know that?" "You don't. But Jane, love always requires trust." "What if I can't trust anyone anymore?" "Then you take as much time as you need."

It hurt so much that I didn't even know how to stop. It felt like something inside my chest had finally cracked open after holding everything together for so long. I had been forcing myself to stay strong. Pretending I was okay. Pretending I could handle one disaster after another. Pretending my heart wasn't slowly falling apart. Now I couldn't hold it together anymore. I was so broken inside. Why do I suffer so much for loving someone? The question echoed over and over inside my head. First Shawn. Now Derrick. Was loving someone supposed to hurt this much?

Now I'm not sure if the convent is where I want to be anymore. Do I really enjoy it here? Dear, Lord. Tell me what to do. There is silence, it seems like even the heavens have left me to my fate— my miserable, forsaken fate. “I love him,” I whisper to myself so quietly, “I love him a lot.” {My mental voice comes again: Then tell him, Liz.} {Tell him how you feel or he'll never know.} “But why does love hurt so much? Why does it come with sacrifices that bring you pain. Why does it bring havoc into our lives? Isn't it supposed to be peaceful?” So many questions that I am not sure who I'm asking anymore.

The most painful thing in the world is probably loving someone who doesn’t feel the same way. Unrequited love is painful yet blissful at the same time. Painful because it’s heartbreak without all the beginning and the middle. Only the end. Blissful because it’s without all the drama.

Lorenz advised as if he had already experienced being in a relationship. I didn’t want to be hurt but I knew the fact that when you love someone, it comes with pain. When you love someone, it would not always be about rainbows, and it comes with rains. When you love someone, it comes with tears. I wanted to understand the situation and give Liam a chance to explain himself, but now? I couldn’t do it. I still couldn’t talk to him. Everything hurts now. Every damn little thing, and I just wanted to freshen up a little… away from him.

Is that why it hurts so much I hate him I hate him with all my strength