I Love Someone Who Doesn't Love Me
I am the Queen of Unrequited Love. They say that you get what you give, but that's never been the case for me. The love I give is less than the love I receive. Maybe I should take that as a wake-up call to move on or give up completely, but like so many other things in life, it's easier said than done.
I'm not sure how I feel about the situation. I feel several different ways about it, depending on the day and the time of day, and sometimes I feel several different things at once. I know I love him, and that I could easily fall in love with him, if he'd just give me a chance. When I'm with him, I have to fight the urge to reach out and touch him. When I see him cooking or doing dishes with his back turned, I just want to sneak up behind him and wrap my arms around him. But I can't.
Then I have times where I think I'm perfectly fine the way things are, and that I can live without him. Which is true--I won't die if he'll never love me back. I can fully stand on my own as my own person, and do just fine. My whole life doesn't revolve around him. If I go for a long period without seeing him, I'll eventually get to the point where I think I'm completely over him. Then I'll see him again, and I fall under the intoxicating influence of unrequited love. Again.
Unrequited love hurts. Sometimes it's a good, bittersweet hurt. Sometimes your whole body screams with the need to be loved back. Sometimes it's just a dull ache. But it always hurts.
Yet, it's never fatal. I'm not dying. I don't wallow in self pity over the situation. I just try to accept it the way it is. Yeah, it's tough, but it is what it is. You love, but are not always loved. It doesn't stop the world from turning, and it can't stop you from living your life the best you can.
It is comforting for me to know that I still have the ability to love, even though I know it may never be returned. In a way, I guess unrequited love has a certain degree of altruism in it. It's better than unrequited hate, haha. Hate slowly chips away at your soul, but if you can love, you are a better person for it. Because love can never be subtractive. Your life is richer and fuller for it, even when it hurts.
I'm not sure how I feel about the situation. I feel several different ways about it, depending on the day and the time of day, and sometimes I feel several different things at once. I know I love him, and that I could easily fall in love with him, if he'd just give me a chance. When I'm with him, I have to fight the urge to reach out and touch him. When I see him cooking or doing dishes with his back turned, I just want to sneak up behind him and wrap my arms around him. But I can't.
Then I have times where I think I'm perfectly fine the way things are, and that I can live without him. Which is true--I won't die if he'll never love me back. I can fully stand on my own as my own person, and do just fine. My whole life doesn't revolve around him. If I go for a long period without seeing him, I'll eventually get to the point where I think I'm completely over him. Then I'll see him again, and I fall under the intoxicating influence of unrequited love. Again.
Unrequited love hurts. Sometimes it's a good, bittersweet hurt. Sometimes your whole body screams with the need to be loved back. Sometimes it's just a dull ache. But it always hurts.
Yet, it's never fatal. I'm not dying. I don't wallow in self pity over the situation. I just try to accept it the way it is. Yeah, it's tough, but it is what it is. You love, but are not always loved. It doesn't stop the world from turning, and it can't stop you from living your life the best you can.
It is comforting for me to know that I still have the ability to love, even though I know it may never be returned. In a way, I guess unrequited love has a certain degree of altruism in it. It's better than unrequited hate, haha. Hate slowly chips away at your soul, but if you can love, you are a better person for it. Because love can never be subtractive. Your life is richer and fuller for it, even when it hurts.