I had spent the entire afternoon hanging out and chatting with him at the bar where he worked, thinking maybe, just maybe, this would be the day he revealed that he felt the same way about me. So I spent the night alone, crying, and wrestling once again with the heartbreak of being rejected by someone who liked me — a lot — but not the way I wanted them to. I was in my late twenties at this point, and this was an unhappily familiar feeling. You suffer, you cry, you write poems, and then eventually you move on. You want them to stay in your life.
One friend who suffered miserably from an unrequited love told me, to individual requests for personal advice through email or the Internet. If I'd been getting college credit for all those years, I'd easily have a PhD in Unrequited Love, with a specialization in How to Deal Without.
Jump to navigation. As Psychotherapist F. Being in love with someone is one of the most vulnerable positions you can be in.
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Jump to navigation. Unrequited love's a bore, yeah And I've got it pretty bad But for someone you adore, yeah It's a pleasure to be sad It conjures up scenes of 18th-century folk wandering around misty moors, composing poetry, passionately yearning for the merest glimpse of their beloved. Infatuation, longing, and love can be agonizing when they remain unreciprocated; when the focus of your love sees you as 'just a friend' or not even that.