What Does Unrequited Love Mean Novels & Stories

"What I mean is that it just hurts to have this unrequited love, always searching after you and our son. And it feels like an insult because he has always yearned to be by your side, just as I have, and I talk before the bond, and it hurts to be pushed aside." She whimpered clinging on to her wrist till her fingers paled. “I feel sorry for her. I do, but it feels miserable to be on the sideline watching our son want your love But you are always going to choose Rivenna." I couldn’t help but let my conscience slip out. My hands tapped her back to calm and assure her that even though she might judge me, my consults,

“Is that crazy?” “Love can make you crazy,” she said. “I do, you know,” I said in a low voice so that only she could hear me as I stopped rocking and looked directly at her. “I’ve never loved before. Leave it to me to finally fall in love and have it be with someone who can’t or won’t allow himself to love me back.” “It’s a damn shame,” she said with a slow shake of the head. “I’ve experienced unrequited love. I feel for you, my friend.”

Now though, she'd try to get rid of the love that existed in her heart, for what was the use of loving someone who would never love her back? Unrequited love never ended without a broken heart...and in this case the one that would be broken was yours.

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

He gave a small nod, his eyes softening. I moved on to the second story, my tone carrying a sense of sorrow. "The second story—unrequited love is painful, giving so much yet receiving nothing in return." Gently, I pulled him closer. "Neil, if you ever feel anything for me, don’t hesitate to say it. I will spend my whole life responding to you, and I’ll never let you face this alone." He embraced me in return, nodding again, his grip steady.

Did I love him? Our eyes meet, and I smile through the tears. “ No. ” I whisper. Love is not supposed to hurt this much. Love is not supposed to destroy someone. What I felt for him couldn’t be love. It was an unrequited desire to be with him, to be something to him and it crushed everything I held dear. I don't want to call this love now when I know it was a mistake. Ethan’s eyes reflect nothing as if he is as empty as me inside.

in disbelief “Oh! Did something happen between the both of you back then?” I shook my head “No, we didn’t have sex like what he does with his women. I saw him as my savior. I was about to commit suicide a year ago when he stopped me from doing so. Because of that incident everything changed for me. I rekindled my relationship with my parents, and I believe that I became a better person. Since then, he has captured my heart. I actually waited for this moment, this moment that he and I will see each other again, but never have I imagined that the day that I saw him again I will become his wife.” I lowered my head down and scoffed at the thought of how I suffered before and now that I am in th

I gave him myself! And he throws it away like this? I felt hot tears dripping down my face like a tap turned on. "That fool!" "That fucker!" "I'm gonna teach him a lesson!" "How could he?" Max kept yelling and screaming in anger but I was lost. I couldn't feel my body. It was like I was in a pool of nothingness. I guess this is what it feels like to be in an unrequited love. I've always heard stories and read books about the pain in it but I never knew that one day, I would be feeling it myself.

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.

[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.