Novel & Cerita Unreciprocated Love

I didn't know how to respond in such as way that it wouldn't look patronizing. "No you don't" I responded calmly. At this point, I felt a surge of emotion through my body. I didn't know what to feel or what I was even feeling. "You look perfectly normal. It's nothing strange to love someone who doesn't love you back and it hurts too.... seeing the person for whom you'd do anything falling head over heels for someone else and barely noticing your existence. I get that it hurts, but it doesn't make you pathetic" I explained with a pause. "In the end, everyone is just as pathetic..... because even while your love isn't being reciprocated, someone out there loves you whose love you aren't recipr

I don't know how much I have left but I just want to spend my all the time, thinking about him and loving him. I don't want him to think about me, once I am gone. I don't want him to live his life without any partner because of me. Seven years ago, I left him because I wanted him to move on in his life, forgetting me. I lied to him so he would never find me. It was tough for me but I did all, just for his sake. Loving him was never a option, It was need, Need of my soul, Need for being alive.

“I want your love. That’s why I did everything I did. Because I love you so much and can’t stand being rejected by you.” Stanley regards her with a mixture of scrutiny and sadness. “Emily, there is no love in what you did,” he says firmly. “You didn’t act out of love; you acted out of hate and envy. What you did to Eloise and to us… it wasn’t love. It was cruelty.” Emily’s face contorts with rage. “You don’t understand,” she hisses. “You’ve never understood how much I love you.” Stanley shakes his head. “You don’t understand what love is, Emily. Love isn’t about control or manipulation. It’s about trust, respect, and kindness. And what you did… it was none of those things.”

I nod, giving Grandpa a small, reassuring smile, though inside, I feel anything but reassured. I sit there, battling with my emotions. I never imagined our relationship would come to this. Well, was there any relationship anyway? It was just one-sided love, like a sunflower craving the sun but being cast in the night’s shadow. The memories of unreciprocated love flood my mind, leaving me feeling empty and drained.

He gave a small nod, his eyes softening. I moved on to the second story, my tone carrying a sense of sorrow. "The second story—unrequited love is painful, giving so much yet receiving nothing in return." Gently, I pulled him closer. "Neil, if you ever feel anything for me, don’t hesitate to say it. I will spend my whole life responding to you, and I’ll never let you face this alone." He embraced me in return, nodding again, his grip steady.

What if I had fallen in love with him, instead of a man who doesn’t believe in love? But no matter how far I ran, Kai was still in every corner of my mind. Every garden I tried to plant bloomed only with his ghost. The flowers wilted before they could blossom, no matter how much I watered them. Love—when not reciprocated—wasn’t poetry. It was erosion. Darius chatted with me all the way to my new studio. He insisted on driving me and made me promise not to lift anything heavy or rearrange the furniture without help. I rolled my eyes, but secretly I was grateful.

Conner looked at me, knitting his brow and pursing his lips before looking back at the ashes in the pit. “She always wanted Lucas,” he said sadly, sobering up a little. “You know… I wanted to be pissed at him when you guys were last here. I let myself believe that he had led Daisy on somehow. That there had to be a good reason for her to say those things to you.” He pulled up a blade of grass and passed it between his fingers. “But then she told me the same things.” “Love can make us do things we wouldn’t normally do,” I said. “Even the illusion of love. Even unreciprocated love.”

The look in his eyes instantly darkened. A slow grin spread across my lips as I brushed my fingers against his cheek. I laughed softly as Mom dragged me away for pictures while Ricochet complained dramatically behind me, pointing at Sharon who was having a seeming comeback with her husband. But even then, his hand never fully left mine. And standing here in this very place, surrounded by the people who once watched us fall apart, I finally understood something. Love was never supposed to be perfect. Just chosen again and again. And Ricochet Rosewood? If he would choose me in every lifetime, then I'd always be his home.

--- And this time— That was enough. --- Because love doesn’t always come back as certainty. Sometimes— It comes back as a choice. --- And she had just made hers. ---

Many people say that falling in love is not wrong. All beings have the right to feel love. It's not wrong to fight for love, until the end. It's not something wrong if love can or can't be reciprocated. However, why should Reo get social punishment? He just fell in love, and tried to fight for his love. Although the idol of the heart is called unusual if it is Reo who loves him.