Unrequited Feelings Novels & Stories

He couldn't help but get the impression that he was witnessing the unraveling of his own future right in front of his very eyes. Damon was unable to shake the idea that he had misplaced something truly valuable because of the anchoring effect that his unrequited love exerted on him. The weight of his unrequited love tugged at him like an anchor. He was filled with an overwhelming sense of melancholy and regret, and he wished that life had dealt him a better hand.

for you. Calliope, this is just an unrequited love, a love that is not an openly reciprocated or understood as such by the beloved, remember that. Don't ask for more. Don't wait. Stop it now if you don't want to hurt yourself, Calliope. I should know my place and this place is not for me, not a chance. Unrequited love is the infinite curse of a lonely heart. I held my chest as I was running non-stop. I think I am having a heart attack again!

I longed to tell you, to bare my soul and confess the depths of my feelings, but the fear of rejection held me captive. I watched you fall in love with Tenu, your bond, a radiant beacon that illuminates your path. It was a love so pure, so unyielding, and I couldn't help but envy the love that eluded me. My heart ached with the weight of unspoken words, a love unrequited and buried deep within my soul.

She didn't want her feelings to be even more broken and painful because they were unrequited. She just wanted Aiden to return her love and her feelings. Not for any reason. Is that possible? Unconsciously, Catherine's tears fell down her cheeks. She knew she was being selfish, but she was not a stoic woman who could accept living with a man who pitied her. She could not accept that. What was wrong with wanting her love to be reciprocated? What was wrong with wanting to be loved? Why? Why does love have to be this painful?

◇ KEL ◇ Unrequited feelings would be my untimely demise. It would happen, for sure. I just couldn't tell when. In my head, the thin line between love and hate seemed to blur even more. I didn't want to forget about him; I wanted to be with him. But I hated the consequences. I hated how he thought it wouldn't work out and wouldn't even try. Nothing made sense anymore. Trying to comprehend the complexity of our situation, although necessary, just took a toll on me mentally, emotionally.

A single tear rolled down to my cheek and I couldn’t stop myself from hugging Tristan. I couldn’t find the words to express my astonishment. I don’t know how to respond to what he said. This is the first time and Tristan was the only person who appreciated me before the twins came into my life, yet I can’t reciprocate the love he gives to me–to my twins and me. I know the feeling that love is unrequited. I have suffered this situation all my life. So, even if Tristan doesn’t tell me how he feels about my repeated rejection of his love, I know the feeling.

She tried to hide her tears, but they fell uncontrollably as she was walking farther and farther away from him. Damien was etched into every corner of her heart and soul. His absence would leave an unfillable void inside her. This unrequited love was going to destroy her. Even though he loved her, they could never be together. Someone had once said that unrequited love is like a dead and useless organ. It does not perform any function but kills the body and soul bit by bit. It’s more hazardous than a disease. One can cure a disease but a defective soul can't be fixed.

He was born with a weak body. My parents had solely brought me into the world to utilize my umbilical cord blood for his sake. Contemplating this, I cast my eyes downward in silence. "Emmett, why are you so shameless? How does it feel to be my substitute?" He sneered with a malevolent grin. Perhaps he had been pampered excessively. His illness did not leave him pallid. Instead, his eyes gleamed with vitality. "I am Zoey's true love. Do you know why we didn't end up together back then?"

Pride, arrogance, and pretty much every emotion I've never needed but wielded to make who I am today a formidable person, all those feelings swell and swirl in my chest. I went to see her today. I complimented her…. I did nothing. Whatever it was I did, it isn’t enough and it can’t be enough. Antonia is always going to be ahead of me in some ways I can never pay back. In the most important way i should pay back. Because how does one make up for love? How does one make up for days of unreciprocated love? Seconds and months of it? Years. Three years of unreciprocated love. Of loathed love.

ELIANA I felt heartbroken. The weight of unrequited feelings and unresolved emotions settled in, making it hard to breathe. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I struggled to process the depth of my sorrow. It wasn't just about the end of a role or a chapter in my life; it was about the connection I had felt with him, the longing for something more. The ache within me seemed to echo through every part of my being, a poignant reminder of what could never be.