“I know that I do not know”
We’ve all heard about unrequited love, one-sided love, loving in vain … or whatever else people choose to call it. We either went through it ourselves or we know someone who did.
This is not about that.
This is about that love that could have been reciprocated. The kind of love felt for someone but was never disclosed to them because they never said/showed us that they could possibly return the sentiment. In our fear of being rejected, or worse, lose a good friendship, we decided that we would just bury the feelings and be satisfied with a platonic closeness.
That said, could it be that in our obsession to preserve the good companionship, we missed the hints from the other side that they might like us too? Perhaps they too wanted to save the status quo in case we didn’t feel what they felt?
Or maybe, those hints are just wishful thinking on our part that we might have been loved as much as we loved…
One of the guys I know told me that I was brave to confess my interest (to him).
To me it was not courage. I often believe that if you have feelings for someone, if you feel they deserve to be liked or loved, then you should tell them. They should know that there is someone in this big world who loves them. You never know if you might be the only one to tell them so.
You might be the first. You might be the last.