Category : Books-Non-Fiction

Sub Category : Biography

I had watched as the blood flowed out of his wound. My love, my hero...my ex boyfriend...why did I still love him even though we had broken up? Why? Why did it hurt? It hurt so much, I thought my heart was gonna break, and it did.


It hurts when the one you love hates you. It hurts when you suggest getting back together and having a firm "No" thrown back at your face. It hurts when he walks out of the cafe in anger and have a truck hit him. It's hurt when it's your fault 'cause you called him here. It hurts when you hold him and tell him the ambulance is on their way and he says "Don't touch me you freak". It hurts when the one you love is put into and ambulance and you don't have the right to follow. It hurts when...you nearly die and call me a witch. It hurts when I trash at your feet begging for another chance. It hurts when you realise that the spark between you has faded and died. It hurts when I say "I love you" knowing you don't feel it anymore.


Why does it hurt? Is love meant to hurt? Why is hurt all I feel? Why?








This is why I don't have a boyfriend. This is why it hurts to speak of love, but fun to fantasise about it. This is why, it hurt.