Unrequited Feelings Romane & Geschichten

The most painful thing in the world is probably loving someone who doesn’t feel the same way. Unrequited love is painful yet blissful at the same time. Painful because it’s heartbreak without all the beginning and the middle. Only the end. Blissful because it’s without all the drama.

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.

Cecilia Of course I put on my big girl pants and bailed him. What is unrequited love? A great sacrifice of yourself. You would be happy and ecstatic for days with just a look or a waving finger from him. You know very well that no matter what you do, he will never love you and he doesn't owe you anything. I willingly gave him the power to hurt me. I had it coming. So I didn’t go meet him at the hotel for whatever he planned.

Jacqueline's heart hurt so much that she could barely breathe. When she spoke, it was with the obstinacy of someone who knew that she should accept her fate but simply couldn't. "I just can't accept it! Why doesn't Gideon like me?" Ian gave a small laugh. "Don't get trapped in that kind of obsession. Falling for someone has no logic or reason. Not liking someone is the same." Jacqueline wasn't stupid. She acknowledged Ian's words and understood that his refusal to help was his way of keeping her from getting hurt. But she was the one with the unrequited love, and Ian, as an outsider, could never truly understand her pain.

“ It can be two things… and in two scenarios. One… he might be a lover that wishes to be with his love more romantically… like sex, for example, and he thinks she doesn’t want it, so maybe he is unsure if she wants him the way he wants her… that might be the first meaning.” Anastasia said as she mixed her food together. I wrinkled my nose. That certainly wasn’t it. “ I don’t think that’s what he meant,” I said as I finally made an attempt to touch my food. “ Then it’s the second one… unrequited love. He wishes to show how much he loves her. He is in love with her and wants to make her his, but he is afraid she might reject him… that’s why he thinks she doesn’t want him the way he wants her.”

"What I mean is that it just hurts to have this unrequited love, always searching after you and our son. And it feels like an insult because he has always yearned to be by your side, just as I have, and I talk before the bond, and it hurts to be pushed aside." She whimpered clinging on to her wrist till her fingers paled. “I feel sorry for her. I do, but it feels miserable to be on the sideline watching our son want your love But you are always going to choose Rivenna." I couldn’t help but let my conscience slip out. My hands tapped her back to calm and assure her that even though she might judge me, my consults,

CHAPTER 75 Unrequited Love Unrequited Love - a love or feeling that is not reciprocated or returned back 75 That night, I found myself sitting inside a bar all by myself with another glass of whisky on my hand, contemplating about how life has been really unfair to me. Totally ridiculously unfair to me.

“The annoying part is, anytime I tried to enquire if his leaving me was as a result of something bad I did to him, he kept saying it had nothing to do with me, but rather with him.” “Mum. I have a feeling there was a force he couldn’t control and he was scared to tell you of it openly in your face.” “Whatever it is. I’m glad I didn’t allow it ruin me a second time. I thank God I’d you then.” Drawing close to hold her in a tight hug. She spoke over her shoulders. “You’ve been my strength all these years. Finding true love cannot be guaranteed. Unrequited love is indispensable. True love cannot be defined, but when it happens, it flows effortlessly with no need of stressing or forcing yourself

Her presence was intimidating. *~* Unrequited Love: Being in love with someone who did not and would never love you back. Ruel came to know the meaning of those two words and how deep they ran and how awful they felt when he was sixteen and had his first shift and since then, he could only hide in the shadows and peek from afar, always making sure his presence wasn't known.

She’d wanted Lowell to love her more than his addictions. And Andrey … He couldn’t love anything, could he? So, she’d settled for making him need her instead. And she’d thought he valued her for that, if nothing else. Was that what she’d wanted, in his office that day that seemed so long ago now? Had some part of her believed she would fling her resignation at him, still smarting from the printed email she’d found, and he would leap to his feet and declare his love for her? Of course, he hadn’t. No one ever had, and Andrey wouldn’t know how, even if he did feel the things she did. Her entire life was a great and complicated monument to deeply pathetic, sadly epic, and wholly unrequited love.