unrequited-love

...Morning takes youagain to the placeof no return...I don__ have the timeto tell you,how much I wantyou to be here_

...You are here again,so realistic,just, the golden dawn takes you away in the morning...Be here now,not there,where there is nothingbut starsand emptiness......

Icarus should have waited for nightfall,the moon would have never let him go.

You and IAgain and again Always almost Never enough.- A world of almosts

To me, you were more than just a person. You were a place where I finally felt at home.

The world is full of unrequited love,' I said finally.'You and Patrick having problems?' Dad said, reaching around to get the butter out of the fridge.'No, I was just wondering what you would say if I was a lesbian.''Come again?' said Lester. 'I'm having a hard time following this conversation.

...unrequited love does not die; it's only beaten down to a secret place where it hides, curled and wounded. For some unfortunates, it turns bitter and mean, and those who come after pay the price for the hurt done by the one who came before.

But he knew she was a star, and he, only human. He was never meant to reach the stars - he could only admire them from afar.

Relationships are like walls painted off-white and every time you__l hurt me, it will be like resting dirty shoes on them, like bashing holes in the walls, one after the other. And then there will come a day, where the walls will be filled with so many holes, that there wouldn__ be any place left for you to place the tiniest kiss. Only then will I walk away for good.

I loved you at your worst, and you were always at your worst. Nothing could stop me. Not even you.

You think being dead inside is bad until someone brings you back to life and stabs you in the chest without the intention of killing you.

I miss you in waves and tonight I__ drowning. You left me fending for my life and it feels like you__e the only one who can bring me back to the shore alive.

Snape's patronus was a doe,' said Harry, 'the same as my mother's because he loved her for nearly all of his life, from when they were children.

If you were to love, love not for the lust that you yearn but the rather the pain that you earn with it. Remember though that the ones who brave the pain are eternally bound in Cupid's chain. It is these chains that many of us fear. The fear of losing the freedom of choosing for self. The fear of placing the needs of our better halves before our own. The fear is understandable for history has taught us to despise and the society has given us the chance to entice. However, if you were to pause and think ever about - love - then do remember that the chain which upon acceptance binds you in amour is the same which upon rejection arrests us to an ague called lonesome depression. Few survive in love, but fewer without it.

Because, if you could love someone, and keep loving them, without being loved back . . . then that love had to be real. It hurt too much to be anything else.

Not today. Instead of Wendy, I found myself thinking of Annie Ross and realizing I__ developed a small but powerful crush on her. The fact that nothing could come of it__he had to be ten years older than me, maybe twelve__nly seemed to make things worse. Or maybe I mean better, because unrequited love does have its attractions for young men.

What I wanted to preserve was the turbulent gasp in his voice which lingered with me for days afterward and told me that, if I could have him like this in my dreams every night of my life, I'd stake my entire life on dreams and be done with the rest. (p. 109)

Love?' he asked himself, giving no sense of recognition for that word in the dictionary of his mind. It was the only battle he had lost in life, the only thing that had been snatched away from him, before he could even claim it.