How timid and delicate unrequited love is. Even though unrequited love finds its own way in, it’s a love that gets trapped inside, unable to find an exit. Even though I’m the one who started it, without knowing a thing if he leaves my sight one day. It’s a love that ends vain without it ever having a purpose. Never ever even having had the chance to bud or bloom any flowers, a love that can never bear fruit like a seed left forgotten. That is, unrequited love.
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Because, if you could love someone, and keep loving them, without being loved back … then that love had to be real. It hurt too much to be anything else.