Novel & Cerita Unreciprocated Love

Oh my lord… Her heart dropped. “This isn’t love… This is abuse.” She kept her voice low. “It’s love. Never felt this way about anybody before. It’s love…” “And if I don’t love you back? What then?” “Then you remain right here until you do…” She was really freaking out hearing him verbalise this. “Tristan… Why can’t you just let me go home… We can try again… I’ll try this time.” She lied. She was going to fuck him up is what she was going to do. He gave her a laugh before he replied.

“Don’t be afraid, Julia. I’m here.” I cried and asked Henry to leave, but Grant clicked his tongue in annoyance. He covered my mouth and whispered, “He’s already crippled. Julia, I was the first one to fall for you. Why aren’t you giving me a chance? Why did you fall in love with a pauper like him? What does he have that I don’t?” Grant had always been the center of attention growing up. This was why he couldn’t accept that the girl he liked loved someone inferior to him in every aspect.

“You were in love with me-” He nodded. “Of course, I couldn’t come to terms with it at the time. Especially, after I realized that it was unrequited,” he chuckled. “You know I loved you too, Alaric,” I said. “I just…I didn’t know how to navigate those feelings. I didn’t know whether they were real or whether they were due to forced proximity.” “Well about now?” he asked. “Because I know…for me…it’s just irrevocable, unconditional love, Lucy.”

And this time, it isn’t a transaction, neither is it because of anyone else. This time, it’s love, freely given, and finally, freely returned.

Her head tipped briefly toward my shoulder, an unguarded moment, small and fleeting, before she pulled back again. That was okay, this wasn't a retreat. “I’m afraid,” she whispered. “That if I let myself want this, I’ll lose myself again.” “You won’t,” I said, certainty threading through my voice. “Not here, not with me and if it’s a choice.” The word mattered. Choice. Not destiny, not inevitability or rescue. Her fingers tightened around mine. She didn’t say anything else, and that was enough. Love isn’t proven by reciprocity on a schedule. It’s proven by restraint when the outcome is uncertain.

] It wasn't a question. [Alex...] [Don't.] He turned away, his shoulder tense.[ Just don't, Lucia.] It hurt her deeply when he pulled away, not letting her touch his arm, and in that moment, her heart felt like it was shattering into a million pieces. [I love you,] she had said but he hadn't said it back then. He just kissed her forehead which had deep meaning before she got into Santiago's car. She hated Diego for coming between them. She pushed the mango around her plate then suddenly her phone buzzed.

My time is precious too. "Jack, whether you're married or not, whether you love me now or not, I won't turn back. You're just a turning point in my long journey of life, nothing more. Jack, if you don't want me to completely despise you, stop acting like a child and take on the responsibilities you should."

I’m afraid that saying them out loud would break the only connection we have left. ​I guess this is what they call it. This is the quiet, heavy reality of UNSPOKEN LOVE.

"One-Sided Love was also called Unrequited Love. Per se that someone you had been liking since you are a child or someone that has been bugging into your mind every day and you can't help the butterflies in your stomach to go wild, that's when you knew that it was an unrequited love. When you confessed and that person didn't even have the same feeling as you, uh, it hurts," Justin held his chest as the students laughed out loud at his joke. He also joined them as he scribbled down something on the blackboard and underlined it.

Nothing. I move on to the next day. The page is a little burnt on the sides. I try not to imagine what must have happened to the hand that held that diary. 2 July 2010 ‘I don’t know whether my love is shallow or unfounded since we have never talked. But unrequited, untold love is the purest form of love. There is no pretence in that.’