Denial's & Unrequited Love

Denial. It's something that strikes us all at one point or another. Yet it seems to hurt the most (and leaves a lasting impression) when we're denied in a romantic sense. It leads to self questioning.

Am I good enough?

What's wrong with me?

I'm ugly, aren't I?

Or creepy maybe?

et cetera

However, I believe denial is the key to truly moving on from someone. Being denied leads to crushed hopes and dreams, of course. It requires time to move on from that, of course. You may pine over the person for days, weeks, or months and years after, but you know you'll eventually move on, and probably for the better. (Though, if you're my friend named Lillian, you're probably fucked.)

Now what is “unrequited love?” We've all heard the term, I hope. Unrequited, first off, means “not returned or reciprocated.” So from that, we learn that this love isn't returned for whatever unstated (or sometimes stated) reason. Maybe the person really is ugly, creepy, etc. Or perhaps the circumstances have something to do with it.

This begs the question, though, would you rather have un-reciprocated love or would you rather never fall in love?


I would rather never love at all. It's nearly a form of torture to have your love un-reciprocated. You know what love is, you feel it vividly, yet you're powerless to do anything about it. You can't say a word to the person in fear of ruining a perfectly good friendship. You can't touch them without some sort of desire jolting through you. You can't even look at them or speak with them without remembering how much you love them.