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Definitely not an option. “You know, you’re actually good at this. You should be a life coach. You’ve got talent.” I teased as I playfully nudged Liam’s elbow. “Talent? I don’t think so. I feel like it comes to you naturally when most of the love you give out is never requited. But as they say, ‘Unrequited love is only complete when it never happens.’ “ “Let me guess, you’re always the second option?” “Kind of.”

Her lips curled pitifully as she thought of her previous choice. On one side was Daniel whom she had loved and had wholeheartedly devoted the last 10 years of her life. Never questioning nor demanding and yet she never even got basic trust from him. The other was Christopher, whom she had rejected and yet he didn’t even hesitate to take the bullet for her, knowing that she would never give him the response he wanted. In a way, they were similar, both victims of unrequited love. Her experience had sucked out her feelings for Daniel, leaving her in a vacuum. It was Christopher’s meticulous care that pulled her back, gave her strength to even try… and now…

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!

"What are you sorry for?" Noah laughed at her reaction. He couldn't comprehend why she was looking like she had done something wrong. "It's just a breakup," he told her. "It's not that serious." Vivienne's expression didn't change much even when she couldn't obviously see how hard he was trying to lighten the mood. He seemed to not know that she was the girl who had an unrequited love towards him. And unrequited love is often etched on your very bones and becomes a part of your soul. You begin to read the object of that unrequited love closely in silence.

I fix myself in the back seat, linking my arms above my stomach. I thought I had something more with Fabian. Something invaluable, undying, passionate, like Dad's love for my Mom. I've been in the wrong, I can't believe I trusted him so much, I would never have believed he'd cheat on me even if I was given evidence in the face. But he'd shown me himself, how much of a coward he could be. So many failed IVFs, numerous conception attempts, bleeding, and pain–but he threw everything away. For his secretary. He threw us away for his secretary. Of course, like she said she could give him something I couldn't. They deserve each other!

And he knew—dangerous though it was—that he wanted to push against it. Not to break her. Not to conquer her. But to remind her, she was human. The problem was that Alex also knew how these stories ended. Unrequited love wasn’t a theory to him. He’d lived it. He’d poured himself into people who couldn’t pour back, and each time, it left him emptier. His friends told him he gave too much, that he burned too brightly for people who stood in the shadows. And yet, standing before Sophia Bennett, he found himself ready to burn again.

But, I stayed strong and buried my feelings for him away. Well, most of them. I still get blindly jealous when Allison even looks at Luke or speaks of him. I write down all my feelings in my notebook then set it back down on the side table that sits beside the hammock. I pick up a thick romance book then begin to read for the rest of the day, eventually falling asleep and spending the night in the garden. In the morning... I hear birds sing and a jolt of pain shoots up my back. This hammock really isn't that comfortable.

—Cristian, I don't want to hear any more lies, you already have your fiancée and I'm not going to get between you, so leave me alone. That said, I got up and left the cafeteria, I didn't want to talk to Cristián, who knows what lies he would tell me, and the truth is that I no longer wanted to have problems with anyone, and much less with Anabel. I went to the library to read a book, I needed to distract my mind. "So here you are," Ana says, approaching me, "why did you treat Cristián like that?" What happened between you? "It's a long story," I tell him with my gaze on the book trying to read.

"What are you trying to say? Do you want to keep licking your wounds or what? Why would you want to hold on to these unrequited feelings?" Trisha found Willow's own feelings resonating in her words but she didn't say anything. Instead, she simply shrugged. "So there's a dialog in one of the Bollywood movies. It translates to, 'The power of unrequited love is something entirely different. Unlike other relationships, it does not split between two people. Only I have any right to it.' And I love this quote. So I live by it." Willow stared at her, trying to understand the quote in great depth.

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.