Love bleeds but still believes - Faith after pain…
They say love is a beautiful thing, but sometimes beauty comes with a price - pain that echoes louder than joy.
Olivia once believed that love was enough. She believed in forever. She believed that when two hearts beat in rhythm, the world would bend in their favor. She believed that love could heal all wounds.
Until she met Charlie.
At first, Charlie was everything she ever dreamed of. The kind of man who made her laugh in the middle of tears, who texted “Have you eaten?” like it was a love language, who prayed with her when the world felt too heavy.
Olivia would wake up every morning with a smile, whispering,
“Thank You, Lord, for this one person who understands me.”
Gradually, she began to see cracks in the glass house she thought was made of diamonds.
Charlie’s calls became shorter. His replies are colder. His heart - distant.
Olivia tried to hold on, even when her hands were bleeding from holding too tight. She told herself, “He loves me. Maybe he’s just stressed. Maybe it’s me.”
Deep down, she knew - something had changed.
One night, she sat in her room, phone in hand, reading old chats - laughing through tears. The same messages that once made her heart race now made her chest tighten.
She whispered,
“Once, I believed you loved me but now I see you only used my love. You hurt me… until my heart bleeds every day.”
The pain wasn’t just emotional - it was spiritual. It felt like losing a part of herself. Like breathing but not living.
Still, she prayed.
She whispered,
“God, if I ever did wrong in this love, forgive me. I’m not perfect, and neither is he but I loved him with everything I had.”
Love, to Olivia, wasn’t about being perfect. It was about being present.
Charlie, on the other hand, didn’t mean to hurt her - at least, not intentionally. He was fighting his own demons but pride kept him silent. Ego built a wall between them.
He knew Olivia’s worth but he thought he could keep her love while giving less.
One day, she sent him a message:
“I’m not perfect but I do love you with everything I’ve got. I simply love being with you. We make each other happy. Yes, we both get jealous but please trust me as I trust you. All I want is us and nothing else.”
He read it, sighed but said nothing. Pride again.
Days passed. Then weeks.
In that silence, love began to die.
Olivia sat one evening by her window, watching the sunset fade into crimson. Her eyes glistened like the beautiful sky but tired.
She said softly,
“I’m not easily jealous. My love has the right to choose. If he finds another who gives him what I cannot, so be it. That’s how deeply I love willing to let go, even if it breaks me.”
That night, she cried.
It wasn't a weakness. It was release.
True love sometimes means sacrificing your comfort for another’s happiness.
Weeks later, Charlie realized what he had lost. He saw her silence, and it scared him. He remembered her laughter, her prayers, her patience.
He whispered to himself,
“You might mess up. You might start fights. You might get jealous… But why? Why push away the one person who loves you most?”
That night, he sent her a message long, sincere, trembling with regret:
“I’m sorry, Olivia. You’re the only one who made my heart beat. I messed up. Please forgive me.”
She read it. Her heart raced not because she didn’t forgive but because she knew love was more than words.
Sometimes, the apology comes too late.
She went silent again but not in pain this time. In peace.
She began to rebuild herself. Slowly. Prayerfully.
She told herself,
“I may have been broken but I’m still breathing. I may have lost someone but I found myself. I may have cried but my tears watered my strength.”
She started journaling. Smiling more. Loving life again.
In her quiet rebirth, she discovered that:
“Love is not about who stays but who helps you grow.”
Olivia opened her Bible one morning and found comfort in these words:
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” — Psalm 34:18
She smiled through tears, whispering,
“Yes, Lord. You see me. You know.”
When human love fails, divine love fills the gap.
Her grandmother once told her:
“Onye ajuju anaghi efu uzo.”
(He who asks questions never loses his way.)
That day, Olivia began asking herself the right questions:
Did I love genuinely?
Was my love not enough?
Did i love the wrong person?
I loved genuinely
I gave my all
My love wasn’t appreciated enough
Her answers gave her peace.
Sometimes, love will break you not because it’s bad but because it’s preparing you for better.
Sometimes, God allows heartbreak to redirect your destiny.
Sometimes, pain is the only teacher that makes you wise.
So if you ever find yourself bleeding from love like Olivia did, remember:
You are still worthy.
You can still love again.
Your story isn’t over yet.
Morals
Love deeply but don’t lose yourself in the process. Forgive but don’t beg to be loved. Give love but know when to walk away.
Above all, when love turns into pain, don’t stop believing in love - just learn to love wiser next time.
“Love is patient, love is kind… It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.” — 1 Corinthians 13:4–7
If you’ve ever been in Olivia’s shoes, don’t hide your scars. Tell your story. Someone needs your strength.
Share this. Heal someone’s heart today.
© Elizabeth Akudo — All Rights Reserved
Follow@Elizabeth Akudo for more stories that feel like home #HeartBleedsStillBelieves #OliviaAndCharlie #TrueLoveLessons #FaithAfterPain #LoveAndHealing #NigerianStories #EmotionalJourney #ElizabethAkudoWrites #GodStillRestores #LoveWiser #InspirationalTales
They say love is a beautiful thing, but sometimes beauty comes with a price - pain that echoes louder than joy.
Olivia once believed that love was enough. She believed in forever. She believed that when two hearts beat in rhythm, the world would bend in their favor. She believed that love could heal all wounds.
Until she met Charlie.
At first, Charlie was everything she ever dreamed of. The kind of man who made her laugh in the middle of tears, who texted “Have you eaten?” like it was a love language, who prayed with her when the world felt too heavy.
Olivia would wake up every morning with a smile, whispering,
“Thank You, Lord, for this one person who understands me.”
Gradually, she began to see cracks in the glass house she thought was made of diamonds.
Charlie’s calls became shorter. His replies are colder. His heart - distant.
Olivia tried to hold on, even when her hands were bleeding from holding too tight. She told herself, “He loves me. Maybe he’s just stressed. Maybe it’s me.”
Deep down, she knew - something had changed.
One night, she sat in her room, phone in hand, reading old chats - laughing through tears. The same messages that once made her heart race now made her chest tighten.
She whispered,
“Once, I believed you loved me but now I see you only used my love. You hurt me… until my heart bleeds every day.”
The pain wasn’t just emotional - it was spiritual. It felt like losing a part of herself. Like breathing but not living.
Still, she prayed.
She whispered,
“God, if I ever did wrong in this love, forgive me. I’m not perfect, and neither is he but I loved him with everything I had.”
Love, to Olivia, wasn’t about being perfect. It was about being present.
Charlie, on the other hand, didn’t mean to hurt her - at least, not intentionally. He was fighting his own demons but pride kept him silent. Ego built a wall between them.
He knew Olivia’s worth but he thought he could keep her love while giving less.
One day, she sent him a message:
“I’m not perfect but I do love you with everything I’ve got. I simply love being with you. We make each other happy. Yes, we both get jealous but please trust me as I trust you. All I want is us and nothing else.”
He read it, sighed but said nothing. Pride again.
Days passed. Then weeks.
In that silence, love began to die.
Olivia sat one evening by her window, watching the sunset fade into crimson. Her eyes glistened like the beautiful sky but tired.
She said softly,
“I’m not easily jealous. My love has the right to choose. If he finds another who gives him what I cannot, so be it. That’s how deeply I love willing to let go, even if it breaks me.”
That night, she cried.
It wasn't a weakness. It was release.
True love sometimes means sacrificing your comfort for another’s happiness.
Weeks later, Charlie realized what he had lost. He saw her silence, and it scared him. He remembered her laughter, her prayers, her patience.
He whispered to himself,
“You might mess up. You might start fights. You might get jealous… But why? Why push away the one person who loves you most?”
That night, he sent her a message long, sincere, trembling with regret:
“I’m sorry, Olivia. You’re the only one who made my heart beat. I messed up. Please forgive me.”
She read it. Her heart raced not because she didn’t forgive but because she knew love was more than words.
Sometimes, the apology comes too late.
She went silent again but not in pain this time. In peace.
She began to rebuild herself. Slowly. Prayerfully.
She told herself,
“I may have been broken but I’m still breathing. I may have lost someone but I found myself. I may have cried but my tears watered my strength.”
She started journaling. Smiling more. Loving life again.
In her quiet rebirth, she discovered that:
“Love is not about who stays but who helps you grow.”
Olivia opened her Bible one morning and found comfort in these words:
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” — Psalm 34:18
She smiled through tears, whispering,
“Yes, Lord. You see me. You know.”
When human love fails, divine love fills the gap.
Her grandmother once told her:
“Onye ajuju anaghi efu uzo.”
(He who asks questions never loses his way.)
That day, Olivia began asking herself the right questions:
Did I love genuinely?
Was my love not enough?
Did i love the wrong person?
I loved genuinely
I gave my all
My love wasn’t appreciated enough
Her answers gave her peace.
Sometimes, love will break you not because it’s bad but because it’s preparing you for better.
Sometimes, God allows heartbreak to redirect your destiny.
Sometimes, pain is the only teacher that makes you wise.
So if you ever find yourself bleeding from love like Olivia did, remember:
You are still worthy.
You can still love again.
Your story isn’t over yet.
Morals
Love deeply but don’t lose yourself in the process. Forgive but don’t beg to be loved. Give love but know when to walk away.
Above all, when love turns into pain, don’t stop believing in love - just learn to love wiser next time.
“Love is patient, love is kind… It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.” — 1 Corinthians 13:4–7
If you’ve ever been in Olivia’s shoes, don’t hide your scars. Tell your story. Someone needs your strength.
Share this. Heal someone’s heart today.
© Elizabeth Akudo — All Rights Reserved
Follow@Elizabeth Akudo for more stories that feel like home #HeartBleedsStillBelieves #OliviaAndCharlie #TrueLoveLessons #FaithAfterPain #LoveAndHealing #NigerianStories #EmotionalJourney #ElizabethAkudoWrites #GodStillRestores #LoveWiser #InspirationalTales
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