I always wondered what hurt the most. It wasn’t beloved love. Love never hurt; it only made you stronger and wiser. Perhaps, it is the fear of letting go of the one you love? Oh, but it isn’t that either. Closing one door only opened another. No? It must be the long wait—waiting for someone who made promises but never intended to keep them. Doesn’t it make you patient?
I think what hurts the most is arrogance. When you offer up everything you have to make someone happy but they throw it all away in the wink of an eye, not because they don’t know how to appreciate it but because they are arrogant. And it doesn’t fail to shock (re: hurt) you that you were blind to it all, all along.