Unrequited Love

When your BFF knows exactly what to write. She practically shoots you in the heart.

I cannot say that this disgustingly beautiful written blog post pictures me, my experiences and feelings relating to love affairs, a hundred percent. But I can definitely, and absolutely, say that this writing reflects positively the results effects of it. Or maybe the choice we make when we receive no interest from the person we love.

Hope you find it refreshing and hopeful as much as I do. Here are some portions of the whole post, if you’re inspired to read it full, go read the whole thing here.

It seems likely that some people have managed it when it comes to love; some I know ended up with their high school sweetheart, some who effortlessly ‘got it right’ on the first try. Happily Ever After is indeed, ‘on their side’. Some of us would probably kill for the kind of love we have all been dreaming of — that so-called ‘Happily Ever After’.

Sounds magical, romantic, but believe me, they are the ones missing out. Sometimes I listen to them telling stories how the whole universe conspired to bring them to each other’s arms, how they felt on that night they first met, how he took her hand and everything just felt so perfect. It’s about how, no doubt, she was the right girl for him. How sparks flew and how they just couldn’t get off each other’s minds.

But these things are nothing — nothing, compared to the feeling of loving someone who doesn’t love you back.

It’s when you look at him while he does something — he could be eating his burger, or checking out that latest comic book he’s been waiting for — those moments when you can’t help but realize that he’s perfect. It’s when you stop in the middle of a good movie and get fascinated even by his silhouette. It’s not about the hair or the type of shirt he’s wearing. But maybe it could be the subtle gestures of his hands and each expression of his face. You just can’t figure it out.

It’s when he does something completely silly yet you find him amusing.

It’s when he cancels plans with you to be with someone else or he chooses something or someone over you, yet you try to justify; some things are just way too important than to be with you. Perhaps, a day spent with you could wait. It can always wait.

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He doesn’t know how you couldn’t go a day without thinking of him. He doesn’t know how you can’t wait to tell him how well your day went. He doesn’t know how you made your plans in the future with him in it. He doesn’t know how hard you wish on him. He doesn’t know. Or he probably doesn’t care.

You let the agony, the obsession, consume you.

Because this unrequited love made you realize that love cannot be won like a teddy bear at the fair; cannot be stolen like a piece of jewelry from a celebrity’s mansion in the dead of the night. It doesn’t come easily like a Sunday morning. It’s not like how it is in the movies.

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