I just figured I wasn’t capable of that love
Loving with no expectations. Just loving. I think that’s the most beautiful thing in the world.
All you can really do is spend most of your time missing him and trying to forget him simultaneously. Forget him, if it’s even possible.
I was content with loneliness. But when you came into my life, that longing feeling that I worked so hard to keep down in the deep recesses of my mind found a way out, engulfing me, helplessly encasing me.
The last and most important takeaway from my career in unrequited love is this: I’ve never been in love. I’ve been infatuated with someone. But when love is real, it is reciprocated. It doesn’t make you feel inadequate, and it doesn’t make you feel hollow.
There are no glitches in the way you love, you are just loving the wrong person.
We tell ourselves to get over people quickly, to ghost, to ignore, to “make him jealous,” while unrequited love tells us to have hope, to be patient, to love unconditionally, to see the best in others, and to see possibility in every encounter.
The love I knew was his short companion and my long lasted feeling.
I don’t know if it’s the challenge, the excuses, the mixed signals, or simply my stupidity. But no matter how hard I try, I can’t forget about you.
I liked you. A lot. And I felt this strong connection whenever I was with you. But you never really outwardly expressed that you felt the same way and I didn’t want to ruin what was a very beautiful friendship.