Unreciprocated Love Novels & Stories

I heard many speeches and quotes throughout this day but as I stood in the middle of West Lane's function hall in my graduation gown, the one quote that kept playing in my head was a quote from a book that I read a long time ago. I'll tell you...what real love is. It is blind devotion, unquestioning self-humiliation, utter submission, trust and belief against yourself and against the whole world, giving up your whole heart and soul to someone who smites it. Charles Dickens pretty much sums up what it feels like when love is unrequited in Great Expectations and what it feels like to love you, Adrian. I didn't even see you at all today but you are the only one I kept thinking about. I know tha

I've always wondered what was more painful. Loving someone where the person doesn't feel the same. Or, Not being able to reciprocate one’s love. “We don't have control over our feelings, Andrea. We don't choose to love or not to love.” I looked at him, my eyes glistening with tears, but I held it in. “I choose to love you. These are my feelings; you don't have to reciprocate them. I have my feelings, and you have yours. “But if I had…”

he explained, his words landing like a blow to my chest. My heart sank as I struggled to process his revelation. Girlfriend? He had a girlfriend? The realization hit me like a wave, leaving me feeling hurt and blindsided. While I grappled with the pain of unrequited love, Atlas appeared unaffected. Of course, he would be—he couldn't possibly understand the depths of my anguish. After all, it was only me who harbored unrequited feelings for him.

“You still should have told me because no matter what, the pains I had to endure and all those times I spent crying, carrying a huge weight in my chest as I spent every year trying to hate you with everything in me.” “Our love is too great to turn to hate no matter how long we spend apart. It’s true and sincere love and nothing can ever destroy that.” He whispered to me with his face inches from mine, with his very breath against my face. “Is that assertion true? You almost lost me just now. I was ready to go with Tristan no matter what, as long as it kept me from seeing your face which always reminded me of my love being rejected.” I poked him in the chest pushing him away from me.

I spoke to the night wind, Asking the darkness, Why is this love unable to Penetrate the invisible boundaries? In the suffocating silence, I fall silent in memory, Your face, your smile, floats, As if far away at the end of the sky. This love, which once felt real, Is now just a faint shadow, Buried in the heart, Unrequited, unrevealed, unforgettable. In this sadness, I learn, accept the bitter truth, that not all love finds its way,

It didn’t have the smell of alcohol or the constant tension in the air. So why? Why did she care about me that much? I didn’t understand it. No one had ever cared about me like that. People might show a passing interest, but no one did this. No one offered a hand without expecting something in return. But with her, it was different. She didn’t expect anything from me. She just wanted to help, wanted to make things better for me and my mom, even when I didn’t deserve it.

He seethed for a few seconds, then sat down next to me with a frown, “I thought you loved Malric at some point. I was rooting for you both, then it changed all of a sudden. Why?” “I was the only one who changed,” I replied flatly, “Malric never loved me from scratch and you know Malric better than anyone else, Draven, but even then, you know only so little. That’s the man I am supposed to keep loving? And hurting myself in the process?” I shook my head, “for a year of this loveless marriage, I tried my best to love him, but these feelings peter away when they are not reciprocated, Draven. You of all people know that.”

One day, I was watching a TV show in the living room when I heard the sound of an argument once more. "If you can't even get pregnant, then what use are you?" "I don't know. Let's try again—" "Enough! You're like a hen who can't lay any eggs! I have no idea what I ever saw in you!" Ashton flung her aside and ran downstairs. When he saw me sitting on the sofa, he suddenly walked over. I had taken good care of my face, and the wound was already healed. "Blair." He stood in front of me. "After all this, I realized that you're still the one I have feelings for."

Camellia blinked, disbelief twisting her face. “What?” “She’s been sending money every month,” Amy continued. “Not because she wanted to spy or interfere, but because she felt guilty. She told me she just wanted you to be okay.” Camellia’s knees weakened. She sank slowly onto the edge of the bed, shaking her head in disbelief. “So all this time, I’ve been living off my sister’s pity?” “It wasn’t pity,” Amy said, voice trembling. “It was love, Cami.” “Love?” Camellia laughed bitterly. “Lucia doesn’t know what that word means. If she did, she wouldn’t have turned her back on me when I needed her most!”

I said flatly. “Then why isn’t he here?” I shrugged. “Are you two, um… fighting?” “Just because we didn’t walk in together doesn’t mean we’re fighting,” I said, maybe a little too defensively. “In your case, it usually does,” she said softly. “Whatever it is, you should make up soon. You don’t know how much Kae adores you.” That word “adores” stuck in my head. Adore? What was that supposed to mean?