Novel & Cerita Unrequited Love Stories

She gives me a weak, defeated smile, "Maria, I was married once when I was very young. I thought everything was fine until I found out he was seeing another woman. I had never had children with that man because he didn't want any but I loved him too much to leave so I stayed and accepted what he wanted. And now? Now he and his wife have three children." She sucks in a breath, "I've always wanted children, so last year I went to a fertility specialist. I was planning on finding a donor and having just one child, just one child to love and cherish for the rest of my life. I was confident in having that one kid, but I go back to that specialist and find out that I have no healthy embryos left."

she asked exasperatedly as she begrudgingly walked back to her bed and started opening the scrolls of love again. She sighed and choose one of the brightest scrolls in front of her. She figured that the brighter the scrolls were, the greater the love shared. The scrolls of love contain stories. Stories of the matches, pairings, her mother, and all the former goddesses of the moon had made. The scrolls record everything the match had to undergo for their love, how they met and how they ended. Some of them end up happily but the ones with the greatest love shared mostly end up tragically.

She even tried calling his phone but it went straight to voicemail and after several trials, she simply gave up. Thinking about it, she felt bad of course. She had led him on and then broke his heart. Why couldn’t just be in love with him? Everything would be so simple. He would love her, care for her and all she had to do was date him and not compare him to Nicholas but even that in itself was almost impossible. She could not not compare him to Nicholas and she couldn’t stop thinking about Nicholas.

The thought that maya was always going to rule raghavan's heart caused an endless pain and longing in harshika. A bitter smile slipped off from harshika lips as she thinks about her unrequited love. Let her love remain unrequited for raghavan. If the person we love didn't requite our love means, it does not mean that our love is unworthy. There is no need to worry about our love being unrequited. We can live happily while carrying that love in our heart forever. Harshika decided to live like that.

"One-Sided Love was also called Unrequited Love. Per se that someone you had been liking since you are a child or someone that has been bugging into your mind every day and you can't help the butterflies in your stomach to go wild, that's when you knew that it was an unrequited love. When you confessed and that person didn't even have the same feeling as you, uh, it hurts," Justin held his chest as the students laughed out loud at his joke. He also joined them as he scribbled down something on the blackboard and underlined it.

Not enough to suggest she had his venom in her. “She loves him,” my wolf whispered. The words were flat, broken. Final. I felt it too. And I hated it. I’d given her everything, my loyalty, my heart, my future. And it wasn’t enough. Unrequited love wasn’t something you fought for. It was something you buried. I took another swig, barely feeling it. The screen on my computer stayed dark. The paperwork untouched. My mind wasn’t here. My heart sure as hell wasn’t either.

She laughed hard, then sniffled and adjusted herself, "Adam, I'm not pressuring you into getting someone and if I have been, I'm so sorry. I just feel you're pushing away the right ones because of what happened between me and your father." "Truer words have never been said mum." I agreed. She was totally right. "I don't want you doing that to yourself. Give yourself a chance to fall in love." "Hard pass, mum. Hard pass." "You know, the more you push it away, the more the force. And the stronger the force, the harder you end up falling." "I don't see that happening to me anytime soon, or ever." "Well, give yourself a chance. You are not like your father; never forget that." She said with a sl

We went our separate ways, he to History and me to English. "So, can anybody tell me one of the themes in Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare?" Our English teacher, Mrs Keith asked. I put my hand up eagerly, ready to answer the question, but Mrs Keith let Maria speak instead. "Yes Maria?" "One would be unrequited love Mrs Keith." "Very good!" She said, "and can someone tell me what unrequited love is?" Once again, I put up my hand, and once again, I was overlooked. "Oh Miss Drackon, I see you yes, but you need to give someone else a chance please." She said politely.

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.

"Nobody loves me like you all do." She couldn't help but regret keeping her marriage to Brandon a secret from the Lardners. If she had the chance to do it over, she'd never lie or hide things from the people who truly cared about her. Especially not for some heartless man who couldn't even be bothered to look her way. It wasn't worth it. "What's with the sudden sappiness? Of course, we love you most. You were the one who stubbornly refused to come to Fremoria back then, no matter how much we tried to convince you. Some jerk broke your heart, didn't he?" Julie teased.