The feeling of unreciprocated love is one of the most confusing experiences a human can undergo because attempts to suppress the recurring feelings are just as futile as the feelings themselves. Loving someone who does not love you back only adds an eerie distance to a relationship with no commonly shared objectives and ends up pushing the loved party away. Furthermore, if, in loving someone, you know the individual doesnÕt love or want to be with you, it must be questioned whether or not the love is real. True love must be selfless. Wanting someone else to have something that person does not want contradicts the essence of selflessness and thus the essence of love itself. When you love someone who does not love you, you bring a terrible paradox into your life. You force yourself to constantly reevaluate your sanity, for no sane person, it seems, would want to fixate his hopes and dreams on something he knows he can never achieve. No, a sane person would realize the painstaking ineffectuality and move on, exercise self-discipline. It becomes an addiction, the thriving force behind both humanity and insanity. The enjoyment you get from the hope of one day being with that person is miniscule in comparison to the excessive detriment of the recurring fostering of the unassailable illogicality called love. But such pain is existence; you ponder, and see how little control you have. Why believe? What if these feelings have existed for days, weeks, months, years, and all attempts to fool yourself into believing they have withered die down when you see that you have not permanently reduced their extent, that you have only stood on a spring that will follow NewtonÕs third law of motion Ð every action has an equal and opposite reaction - and send you back up with a pain as bad as the pain of the first moment of realization that the love lacked reciprocation.
