When you finally amass the courage to hold your heart in your hands as you make your
stand before them, and nothing less than an "I love you, too," will suffice, but there's no reciprocation. Where a response of indifference
cuts as
deep as one of rejection, causing the very heart you bore before them to bleed uncontrollably.
Sometimes loving someone means letting them be what you
may not want them to be- even if that means being with someone else. It's hard to accept, I know, but loving them means letting them be THEM, not you. Despite how much you may want to, you can't desire otherwise, because you would be destroying that which you loved so much about them: that they are who they are. And to desire that- the destruction of that which makes them who they are, denying them of finding
happiness outside yourself- because you can't have it, is to do the most unloving thing I can think of; for, in doing that, you wouldn't be concerned about their
happiness, but only your own. If you really love them, then, let them be them, not you, and find
happiness in their
happiness. It's only if you're able to do that that can you say you ever really loved them at all. Even though you're lovelorn because their love wasn't provided in reciprocation, that doesn't make your love for them any less real. Take heart; you're worth it.