Because love is an alchemists combination of liking someone, respecting them, feeling attraction towards them and yes, a sprinkling of lust.
Miss any one of those ingredients and you don’t have love. I am in love with someone who doesn’t love me back, and most likely never will.
You will just have to accept the fact that he/she doesn’t love you and either move on with your life, or if you are someone like me, continue to love them anyway and act in loving ways towards that person for your own well being and self-respect.
If they are deserving of your love, it doesn’t matter if they love you back or not. Remember: love is a verb.
Wow! What an idea! I love Hugh Grant, let me love him harder to make him love me back.
Wait! Let me take out the entire list of people that I love and who don’t love me back and cast my spell of love again on them.
It would be nice if they would love me back. One I ll marry, the other to buy me gifts, the next to run errands…. Wow! Wishful thinking, isn’t it?
When we love someone in expectation to get back the same amount of love, we end up in pain, excruciating pain. Let us call those people fortunate who got love in return for their love but it doesn’t happen most of the times. The expectation of getting it back brings suffering that knows no end.
Try loving someone without wanting back love. Love, without the desire of labeling it with a name. It brings peace. It brings contentment.
If you love someone, then just love. If it’s reciprocated, thank your God, if it isn’t then love just because that is what your heart desires. Love because showering love on that someone makes you happy.
Who knows, one day this sort of love makes miracles on someone and that person’s heart starts beating for yo
Because love is a gift, not a transaction, my friend. You can’t input caring and expect automatic caring as an output, because people aren’t machines and don’t work that way.
I’ve been on both sides of this situation. In high school, a friend developed very deep feelings for me. They were unrequited.
Eventually it became hard to be friends, precisely because he was always trying to do for me. Always trying to make me happy. I felt terribly uncomfortable, and terribly sad, because he was wasting his attention on me.
I am VERY rarely attracted to anyone, and he wasn’t one of them, no matter how much I wished it could work.
He said he was fine being my friend, but it was clear he’d do anything for me, and it simply wasn’t fair to him. I didn’t ask for his feelings.
I didn’t ask for everything he tried to do to earn my love. And eventually it pushed me away. Made me feel guilty. I was hurting him, I was the bad guy. And yet,
I couldn’t be in a relationship with someone who loved me, and who I didn’t love. We could never be equally invested.
And I couldn’t ask myself to lie, or stop him from putting his time into finding someone who loved him just as fiercely.
In my 20s, it was my turn. I fell deeply in love with a dear friend. I knew it would never work out. We’d never be forever.
But, I loved him to the best of my ability while I had the chance. Well I was right about the lack of forever, but we stayed close. Stayed friends.
I never fell out of love. Still haven’t. It’s been years since I last saw him, and we didn’t part on good terms.
Long story, that. But there’s too much history there between us for me to just erase. I don’t think I’ll ever be out of love.
I just found that, over time, I went from being in love, to simply loving.
Eventually he married another woman. A mutual friend, and a good person. And I held him, the day he found out his new wife was pregnant.
She sent him a picture of the test results while we were hanging out together with a bunch of other friends. He excused himself to go outside, and on a hunch I followed him.
Found him crying. Because we were in Japan, she was in the US, he was so far away from her, and it was his first child. He was a mess.
And it hit me, that his happiness was what mattered here. I wanted to, needed to, comfort him. And so I did. And it hurt, but in a good way.
Because he never asked for my love. He never demanded my friendship. He never asked anything of me. And I would be in the wrong, expecting anything of him in return, for what he never asked for in the first place.
I still wanted to give him those things anyway. Because I could. Because I thought he deserved them. Because he mattered.
You can’t force feelings. Yours, or theirs. That’s not how feelings work. I’m sorry about that. But if you love with the intention of being loved in return, I think you’re fundamentally misunderstanding what the word means.
It means sacrifice. Selflessness. Those aren’t official synonyms, but they should be.
It also means joy. Because special people make the world special, and are worth it
The answer to your question is NO it’s not easy to be in love when you know the person you love doesn’t feel the same
. One sided love is beautiful for sure but after some point it turns self-destructive.
Love is a feeling which grows day by day and you cannot stop it . After sometime you will reach to a point where you cannot let go of that person no matter how much you try
If you are at initial phase of unrequited love then hold back yourself . It’s for your good . Better protect yourself from future heartbreak from start itself .
If you still wish to be in love with that person do so without expectations. Don’t expect the person to feel the same about you.
The more you expect the more hurt you will get and trust me on this you might even stop believing in love anymore. So do what you feel right . Either let the person go or try to win over their heart.