Unrequited Feelings Novels & Stories

He was worried but she wasn't able to comfort him more and rushed towards the washroom. Locking it, she slided down the door, tears slipping out of her eyes, towards the cheeks, seeping into nothingness. Maybe, that was what Unrequited love felt like. When your heart ached seeing them together; stomach dropping seeing them smile; your lungs close to bursting seeing them close, too close. And it was all her fault.

As he brushed away my tears, he said, "it will bury you with desires that you either couldn't satisfy or that didn't go undetected." "But what if that buried desire reawakens?" I looked at him with doubt in my eyes. "Perhaps we satisfied our unfulfilled desires, but such fulfillment comes at a steep cost, and the ultimate result is nothing but remorse and regret, "he remarked sadly in response to my question. After hearing his words, I sobbed loudly, "I don't want to fulfill my unfulfilled desires; I just want to live my life properly." Ankur was probably at a loss for words as he tried to calm me down. Perhaps he sensed I needed someone to talk to about my feelings.

You barely complement my feminine looks and it hurts watching that I have been friend zoned by the only person that made my world go round and round. Jordan, I know you are probably hearing me or you might not remember the pigment of this conversation by morning but I would be at peace knowing I told you genuinely about how I felt. I love you Jordan so bad that it hurts, I’ve seen you start many short relationships in the industry and I want to scream each time that can’t you see me here. It is sad and unrequited love is one hell of a thing that no one ever prays to experience any day. I really hope one day you realize everything I did for you was out of love and I don’t regret being a fool

It was a long loud sigh which said everything even without a word. “I never forgot the promise I made to you. I will never stop looking out for you. You are more precious to me than anyone else,” he pledged to her. Unrequited love was sometimes almost impossible to live with. It made one insecure and powerless around the other party. And it was so not fair! “Oh, Adam. That’s sweet of you,” she said sniffing and her eyes looked suspiciously bright. What the hell? She was crying? Over such an insignificant thing? There was definitely a radical change in her over the past two years.

You see in books all they talk about when they talk about unrequited love is the other side. They talk about the person who feels that love and how they are hurt by it. But I think that the receivers of that unrequited love also deserve to have their own story told. A decent human being with a conscious feels guilt and also sadness. I don’t love them, and I don’t want to love them but seeing them broken like that did take a toll on me. There is a saying that nothing breaks like a heart and that’s the last thing I want. All I want is to be alive, I want to walk the streets with full make up and greet people.

“Loving you was the most painful thing in my life. It shattered my dreams and left me broken. The love I held for you consumed me, and yet it felt like an unrequited longing, forever out of reach.” Tears streamed down Arlet’s face as she poured out her heart, the raw vulnerability of her emotions laid bare before Ruben. “I wanted to be enough for you to fill the void that Raya’s absence left behind. But every time I looked into your eyes, I saw the reflection of her, a constant reminder of what I couldn’t be.” “I loved you with every fiber of my being, and yet it brought me unimaginable pain. It tore me apart to witness your love for someone else, to feel the weight of my own unrequited love

"All right, I promise. I'll go through the marriage annulment process with you. But you need to focus on recovering for now." Jeremy kept quiet and closed his eyes. His calm and pale face was thoroughly emotionless. Melinda could not help but feel sympathy for her stepdaughter's predicament after they left the room. She looked at Sophia, who appeared deeply hurt, and understood the pain of loving someone secretly for many years. Unrequited love was the worst.

This time Persephone’s voice surprised me as it was now softer, that it almost sounded like a whisper. “Because, true love is unconditional love, where you just love that person without asking for anything in return,” DK explains, “That’s why unrequited love is also beautiful, despite the pain that it leaves behind.” I begin to understand DK. Begin to understand his feelings more. I wanted to hug him, wanted to let him know how sorry I was for being impatient. Wanted to let him know that even if I can’t return the love he freely gave me, I will always be there for him.

[1] “But what if I always love him? What if I never get over him?” “Sweetheart, I am French. To me, unrequited love is as natural as breathing. Your heart will heal when it is ready and will open itself to new love, and if it doesn’t, maybe it is trying to tell you something. Le coeur a ses raisons que la raison ne connaît pas.”[2] Victoria sighed. Over the years, she had many relationships, some longer than others. Not all of them ended amicably, and she would be lying if she said she hadn’t been affected by them.

“I feel sick even thinking about what he’s done—it’s so unfair.” Unfair didn’t even cover it. But it had to be worse for him. Rake nodded again. “But then it’s… it will be beautiful. Just like you,” he said with a tight little smile, not quite meeting my eyes, and my entire chest squeezed. I hated knowing that I was hurting him. I knew exactly how unrequited love felt, and it was torturous. I wished there was a way to free him from it. There is. Adrenaline shot through my system.