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He said, “You like him too, don’t you?” I couldn’t hide it. I had never liked any man before because I’ve never met many of them. We’ve lived quietly, Andy and I. So it was to be expected. Besides that, the few males alive I knew of were bastards, such as my boss and work colleagues at the restaurant. Of course, there was Uncle Herbert as well. He was one hundred times more of a bastard and also happened to be a child molester. So it wasn’t surprising when a guy like James Maxwell came into my life—a guy who was tall, dark, handsome, and oddly enough kind to me—how could I not like him? How could I not fall for him? Even that first time I had met him on the road when he had nearly driven int

Matthew added and Sapphire just stared at him, keeping her mouth shut, partly because she didn’t know what to say to the man and partly because she felt like he still had a lot to say. “Maybe it is because I saw it coming that I was able to ease the feelings away but I think that has a whole lot of nothing to do with it. I saw the rejection coming the day I realized my feelings for you ten years ago but I still held on desperately, leeching off you, and I am supposed to be the man here, a woman isn’t even as pathetic as this,” he told her, the smile still on her face. “I couldn’t accept the fact, I didn’t think of your own feelings too. It doesn’t fade away in just a day but it becomes so da

"That is very correct Jared. Now everyone, turn to page one hundred and fifty in your books. Why don't you read for us Dean?" Dean nodded and started reading. But for the life of me I couldn't concentrate at all. All I could think about was Jared’s description of unrequited love and how he had described that exact same thing a few days ago when we saw Haydon and Evangeline kissing. And also, how unfortunately and oddly I felt that it related to me. Maybe it was because I had developed feelings for Haydon, and he didn't have them for me? I eventually shook the thought away. That wasn't possible. I didn't have feelings for Haydon...did I? And even if I did, it wasn't unrequited, was it?

Last night, I dreamt about Adrian again. They say, 'unrequited love does not die; it's only beaten down to a secret place where it hides, curled and wounded.' I guess it was true in my case because the love I felt for Adrian was starting to turn bitter and cold.

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.

"It will. You have to let him go in your heart. He does not belong to you. If you do not let him go, you will keep on hurting yourself more and more. Take a look at I and your brother's failed marriage. That is an example of the damaging effects of unrequited love. I loved Lucas and I was willing to make our marraige work but he wasn't. I am not saying Ian would treat you the way Lucas did with me though. Ian would definitely accord you with respect and honour if you end up marrying him but he will never love you. You will ache for his love but he will not give it to you because his heart lies with another. If you truly love Ian, you will stop all these sly games you are doing to win him and

"I still love him. After all this time, after everything... I still love him, and he will never love me back." "Unrequited love is not a weakness," I say. "It is proof that you can feel more than most people ever will." Rhea laughs softly. "That is one way to look at it." She looks at me sideways. "Have you ever been in love with someone who barely knew you existed?" My heart skips. I want to laugh at the irony. She would never know, would she? "Yes," I say, voice flat. "I have." She studies me, like she wants to say something more, but then she just shakes her head and turns her gaze to the forest. For a moment, neither of us says anything.

Angelina's POV - It's the season of winter and snowfall isn't a exception. I actually love snowfall but sometimes I also hate it, like now because I have to clear all the snow from the front door. This is the story of every winter where my parents never help me out, its just that they order me to clean it up.

I agreed and again felt this boundless sadness. I'm here without you, it crossed my mind. Yes, I started talking to him in my mind, which was pretty insane. It just kind of helped me get over the pain of his departure. Love was something incredibly complicated, something unpredictable that could bring sorrow or tremendous happiness. Unfortunately, I had been betting on the wrong men so far. Will that ever change?

How could they love her when her parents hated her themselves? She hated the attention of her uncle, who retired from women after his wife's death. She hated all of that because it goes against what her parents did, so she struggled between being good or bad, and she still struggles, sometimes she loves and sometimes she hates, and she lived like this and it's not yet time for her to decide her side.