Why Love Is So Painful Novels & Stories

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. ****

I exhaled again, "Well, love to me involves hurt and pain." I saw the shock on their faces, "What do you mean by that?" Sandra asked, looking shocked. "What do I mean by love involves hurt and pain?" I asked and they all chorused, "Yes." "Well, this is what I mean, love involves hurt and pain, you can't fully grasp it until you go through it. It's something best understood when you have your own fair experience about it. But I am going to try my best to explain it, so you can all understand what I am saying."

The young Master that Madison knew may be playful and self-centered, but the man in front of her that night was a monster, and seeing him like that, he belittled and taunted her title, made her heart swell with emotion. Madison's heart gripped in pain as she kept thinking about how Dylan could easily say such words. Madison placed her left hand on her body where her heart was. "What's this feeling?" She whispered in a tone of a question. Sophie once told her that loving someone wasn't only about happiness. It can be an extreme pain too. Was this unbearable feeling Madison felt; was it love or just the pain of leaving Sophie and the other maids?

“Love can also make you strong. It’s like our own personal fuel to all the hard times that were going through and to the rough experiences of our life. But to some parts, it doesn’t. Do love make us stronger? No, life does. “ Life does, huh? Love is indeed a complicated word. It has many different meanings but only one thought. “Why?” I mumbled. “Why does love come with pain? Why does love hurts so much?” It took him a minute to answer my question. He glances at the book of human anatomy on the table and rest his back on the sofa. He looked up at the ceiling. I also did the same as I waited for him to speak.

He is stuck with seeing the one he loves, and he can't be with her. Isn't this torturing him? Sophia now finds out about Gabriel when it was too late. If she'd met him earlier, they would have been happy together. If love means pain and trouble, why do people still fall in love? A feeling that is abstract, yet people fall for it, only to be wounded by it. He'd rather remain the way he is. Why fall in love only to have your heart shredded into tiny bits. He can't stand it, he'll die.

Uncertainty about future, fear of loosing that person, being terrified at the thought of being alone without him. Love is a kind of torture that brings pleasure in the pain, it’s like a disease which you can’t get rid of and actually don’t want to part with. Love also brings happiness; you get happy at little things. You smile like a silly idiot while thinking about that person. He’s present in everything making you dream about impossible. But the happiness is only twenty percent the rest is pain and sorrow. This was the definition of pain for Lin Mei Zhen, everyone had loved someone once in their life. The love bought happy ending for some, but mostly it bought loneliness, sorrow, doubts, s

The silence afterward felt heavy. Painful. Honest. Lizzie slowly moved closer and wrapped an arm around my shoulders carefully. “You know,” she said quietly, “love doesn’t disappear just because someone hurts you.” I laughed bitterly. “That’s the problem.” “No,” Lizzie replied softly. “The problem is that you think loving him makes you weak.” I looked at her immediately. “Doesn’t it?” “No.” I frowned slightly. “Then why do I feel like this?” “Because you never stopped loving him,” she answered gently. “You just buried it under pain.”

Love is poison. You know pain... pain that wouldn't just arrive at any moment and leave later on. I'm talking about pain that lingers within you, that makes you feel like your whole body is foreign even to you. I was feeling that shit deep in me and it felt like it was draining the living out of me. My Friday felt like shit, it was full of pain... I woke up to a wet pillow in the middle of the night. Her in my mind and us agreeing that was the end of things.

“The most painful death is the death related to the love of the world… Betrayal is inevitable. Why is the world still yearning for this painful love? The love between people and people is full of difficulties. no matter how painful. But… Why are they still trying to stab their heads in?” "Is that all you want to say? Nothing else?" “You never loved me originally. You just wanted to approach me. Get in my heart to achieve the goal you want. If you know that the person you love betrays you, how painful it is. One-sided is already the most painful?” "You've been talking nonsense a lot. The story has also become more boring.” “I just want to ask one question. Does unrequited love hurt? Is it pai

I begin to regret why I met you and at the same time I am glad I did! Andrew looked at him in puzzlement. But Lyndon was not through speaking as he clarified. 'I am glad I met you because meeting you has made me realize what it means to love and the joy and fulfillment that is derived when you mate with your fated mate', he swallowed and blinked. 'but at the same time, I wish I hadn't met you because the cost of loving, especially when it is not reciprocated is hell. I have never felt such pain in my life. Your rejection is destroying me, Andrew', he confessed, in anguish. 'How can love be this painful?' Andrew could relate with what Lyndon was saying and he felt sorry that he was the cause