Hurting has always been an inherent part of loving. What's ironic is they're inseparable – I mean, hurting and loving.
That is simply how things work in life.
We cannot love without hurting, and it is impossible to be loved without being hurt in the process.
What matters is not how much we love and get hurt, but how much we can TRY to withstand both facets and actually DO withstand them regardless of the season.
It's undeniable that love and hurt are interdependent. When love is present, pain is non-elusive. Just as fire and heat, they go hand-in-hand. When fire burns, the heat hurts. But what happens when you've acclimated?
Mother Teresa once said, "... if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love." In other words, what happens when we make love a routine? What happens when we've become accustomed to loving? Will we still feel the hurt?
I'd say yes, however, it won't be as harsh as the first experience. In the end, it's hurt that makes love stronger. When a knife is honed on a regular basis, it will indubitably be sharper each time. Love is a knife that gets refined by the sharpening hurt.
I would deem it implausible to love without hurting. To love is to be vulnerable to all kinds of pain. To love without pain is unthinkable. Love hurts. But that's just the way it is.
From a girl whose love has been hurt,
H.
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