Love does not hurt

There are so many cliché phrases to talk about love, but how not to use them if they are all true. There is a saying that goes like this:

There are three things you can't hide: smoke, love and money.

And you definitely can't hide them, because it shows, and love shows, in your eyes, in your face, in your body, in your smile.

You can't stop looking at the loved one, you can't stop smiling even if you are alone and you want to be as close as possible to that person.

**What is the most beautiful thing about loving, that sparkle in your eyes, the nerves when you meet your loved one, but the best thing about loving is to be reciprocated..

Love is a wonderful force that leads you to be a better person, to perform great feats, to become a musician, a poet, a guardian, that is to say, it brings out the best in you. It is so great and intense what happens with our body chemistry, that it hurts twice as much when we don't have it.

That person becomes a personal drug, your body, your mind tells you that you cannot live without him, without him.

Loving is wonderful, and loving does not hurt, I have been hurt because these wonderful feelings have been awakened in my skin and in my heart, they made my words and my actions speak this language, by a person who did not intend to love me.

It is the most cowardly and meanest thing a human being can do in another person's life, to deceive them with pretty phrases, with hugs and caresses, with romantic details and projects that they do not feel and do not intend to carry out.

Although loving is great, when love is snatched away from you, the feeling breaks you into pieces and you feel an emptiness in your chest, followed by tears, sleepless nights and a seemingly endless mourning, where memories keep coming back, and you have to fight to bury them forever, see how those plans fade away, fall asleep in tears, dream and listen to his voice, feel his lips, and then wake up and want to go back to that moment where everything seemed perfect, relive the last kisses and caresses, and then collide with reality.

To love and trust another person again is not something you can do easily. They did their job to get to my heart and enter it only to leave breaking it into a thousand, I was left alone with my broken pieces, which cost me a lot to put back together one by one, they cost me tears of blood. In particular to smile again, to regain the brightness in my eyes, to be able to sleep well once more, has been one of the saddest and hardest things, and I enjoy being able to sleep again and smile. It's not something I want to stop doing for someone else who wants to pretend to love me.

• Loving doesn't hurt, lying hurts.
• Loving doesn't hurt, betrayal hurts.
• Loving doesn't hurt, silences hurt.
• Loving doesn't hurt, distance hurts.
• Loving does not hurt, it hurts the lack of kisses and caresses.
• Loving doesn't hurt, it hurts to go to bed angry.
• Loving doesn't hurt, it hurts not to ask for forgiveness.
• Loving doesn't hurt, it hurts the absence of details.