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Reciprocated.
Unrequited love, the feeling I’ve felt every time I fall for an individual. It’s a feeling that stays hidden at first but slowly becomes a reality, a reality that the love you are giving isn’t being reciprocated back to you . It’s like a one-sided echo in the halls of my heart,
a silent song sung only for myself,
because to love them is to build a castle on sand,
and to love them the way I do,
is to love someone who doesn't love you the same. To feel for someone who doesn’t feel for you.
To want to feel someone who only wants to graze your outer layer. You long for a touch of love over lust, their acknowledgment, clinging desperately to the smallest gestures, a fleeting smile, a shared glance. You dissect these moments, searching for a sign, a hint of reciprocation. Yet, you exhaust yourself trying to bridge the gap, to make them see, to make them feel what you do.. Until the day it appears to you that they simply just can’t. But still you stay with hope in your heart that one day they will see just how much you mean to them, that just one day they will love you just as much and even more than you do. You hope and you hope and you hope… You had imagined moments where their eyes would light up at the thought of you, where your presence would stir something deep within them. You had felt that spark, the connection you believed could grow. Yet here they are, effortlessly intertwined with someone else, sharing the kind of love that you craved for yourself—a love that feels as if it was meant to be so freely exchanged, so readily given, just not to you. Oh, how it burns to see them. To see them open up, to have their heart open. A door for them to easily fall in love. The love that you so desperately want, to see them reciprocate. To have them love someone else and as deeply as you'd hoped they'd love you. It's a constant reminder of what you crave, the love, and the need for acceptance that you can't get. At last, the painful truth sweeps over you like a cold wave: it wasn’t that they were unable to fall in love. It’s not that they lack the capacity for emotional connection; rather, it’s the stark reality that their heart, so full of warmth, simply doesn’t choose you
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