Unrequited Feelings Novels & Stories

He couldn't possibly tell his daughter that they got married while he was in a coma. In his heart, he was very upset about what kind of movie a child of Joen's age had watched. His eyes flashed back to Nayla's face who was repeatedly hurt by him, but the pain in his heart deepened because of an endless regret. “But, sweetheart... Papa and Mama's relationship is not as you imagined. Sometimes, love is unrequited.” Little Joen looked at his father in confusion, but he listened attentively. “You mean... Mama doesn't love papa?”

“What if it was someone you weren’t supposed to like? Someone wrong for you? Someone who didn't show you the tiniest bit of interest. Then what?” Sasha lowers her gaze again, voice barely above a whisper. “Then you suffer. Until you can’t anymore because nothing gives greater pain than unrequited feelings.” The words hang in the air as none of us speaks, letting silence reign. I snort to break it, masking the strange twist in my chest. “Pathetic. All this fuss over one person. And yet—” I pause, frowning. “I can’t stop thinking about him, either.” Sasha tilts her head, uncertain, curiosity swirling in her irises.

Every time I had needed him—whether I wanted to admit it or not—he had been there. My eyes stung, vision blurring as tears burned their way down my cheeks. So this was what unrequited love feels like. It was like being locked in a cage with no way out. Suffocating and crushing. I hugged myself tightly, rocking back and forth slowly. Finally, I forced myself up and walked into the bathroom. The mirror reflected a girl I barely recognized: wide eyes rimmed red, lips trembling, skin stained with finger imprints. I could still smell Alpha Greyson’s scent. My stomach churned.

I know without being told he was happy about his new, somewhat pathetic friendship with that girl—Olivia, or whatever her name is. But does he have feelings for her? No, that can't be; he would have told me. I felt really annoyed because I had made it pretty clear that I didn’t want any third-party involvement. Yet, he still went ahead and became friends with her. I don’t see the need for another person in our dynamic. I’m always there for him, as friends should be for each other, right?

Without giving me a chance to respond, the line goes dead. I pocket my phone with the satisfaction that at least Astrid is okay. “Unrequited love?” Vincent’s quiet baritone cuts through the air beside me. I freeze, his words hitting me like a sucker punch to the guts. Unrequited love. Did I love Astrid? No, I highly doubt that I’m capable of the emotion. What I feel for Astrid is definitely unrequited, but it sure as hell isn’t love. “More like an unrequited obsession.”

"Yeah, honey. I'm wiped, but I'm so happy I get to see you." I simply replied, "Okay." Since he'd "left for work," I hadn't set foot in the place we shared. I stayed at my own apartment because the condo felt contaminated by him. … That night, he came home to the condo buzzing with energy, only to realize I wasn't there. He sounded wounded over the phone. "Honey, why weren't you here to greet me? Do you know how sad it feels to come home to an empty place? Come on, make it up to me."

Right from the time I knew her. From the first moment, from the first laugh, from the way she looked at the world with warmth and fire. For years, I've been nurturing this unrequited love. Silently. Patiently. Foolishly. And it really hurt. The kind of hurt that settles deep, that changes you, that makes breathing feel like work. I looked like a pathetic fool. A really pathetic fool. The cigarette burned down to nothing between my fingers. I did not remember dropping it. I did not remember moving back to the balcony. Everything blurred together.

"What's the meaning difference between the two? Do you really want to leave me that badly?" "Gerald, let me go," Anna looked up to meet his gaze, her eyes dry of tears. In these five years of marriage, she had cried too many times for him... But now, her heart, though alive, felt dead. To be continued...

He furrowed "Unrequited love?" I smile and nodded. "Yes. One-sided love. Before I thought that what we feel towards each other is mutual, but I was wrong. You guys are all like that. You tend to make us misinterpret your actions. You will act sweet and will make us feel so special then when we started to assumed things you will suddenly burst our bubbles and dumped us.” "What do you mean? What happen?” He curiously asked.

saying he left. Entering his study room, he sat on the chair, thinking if what he did was right or not. "I did the right thing!" he mumbled. "you can't do this to me!" Haya barged into his study and yelled. "why can't I?" He asked. " I apologized for everything I did, then why are you doing this?!" she slammed the papers on the table. "When I loved you, my feelings were Unrequited and now I want you to feel the same. Before my love was unrequited and now your love is unrequited" He said.