in a world where connection feels increasingly out of reach, unrequited love offers a strange kind of relief. it doesn’t require mutual vulnerability. it gives you something to orbit and something to narrate. in the absence of real intimacy, we become devoted to the imagined kind. and we convince ourselves that longing is just as good as love.
the person you loved stays exactly as you need them to be. beautiful, distant, unfinished. and so do you. you get to remain ideal too. you never have to make room for their fears, their pettiness, their boredom. you never have to reveal yours. unrequited love allows both of you to stay fictional.
building a cathedral of what could have been
because love that doesn’t happen never dies
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