When you love something, you have to make sure it loves you back, or you'll bring about no end of trouble chasing it.
Patrick RothfussTag: unrequited-love
Olivia sat back and propped her half-boots on the table. 'So far it's working. He has to return to me because I have his sister hostage.' She briefly put her fingertips to her lips. 'Did I just say that? I mean I'm protecting the baby sister and earning his trust
Kresley ColeTag: humor love unrequited-love hostage
A thousand lips, a thousand eyes,
a thousand hearts will read these words,
as you read them, graze them, this moment. Thousands will utter them into the abyss, someday, perhaps for years to come; loudly, softly,
repeatedly, again and again and again.
Some will mock, some will laugh. Some
will shed a tear. But it is written
only for your lips, your eyes, your heart,
beloved.
Do as you please.
It is written by an ideal heart,
intense, yet free, when in thought of you.
Written from a dehydrated pen, that
shed the last drops of her blood,
onto you. And still, you do not know me.
No, you will never know of this desire.
It is a shame, when love cannot love,
who she loves, amidst these mortal games.
And No. It is for me to know,
and for you to close the last pages
of my confessions, making nothing of it.
As always, like always,
I write for you and for the madness
that stirs in every soul that has once burned, and for the tender parts of your soul, too.
Nothing is hidden, nothing is revealed.
The separation between the soul and mate,
between lover and the beloved,
is through spirit, is it not, my love? Or is it flesh? There, there is the clue.
And this, this is the nature of our love. Forbidden,closed, then left ajar in oblivion.
My eyes touch your lips, your eyes touch my lips, yet, no one makes a sound.
No one moves on.
What madness is this?
And here you go, turning the pages now,
there you go.
Tag: love romance spiritual unrequited-love
A thousand lips, a thousand eyes,
a thousand hearts will read these words,
as you read them, graze them, this moment. Thousands will utter them into the abyss, someday, perhaps for years to come; loudly, softly,
repeatedly, again and again and again.
Some will mock, some will laugh. Some
will shed a tear. But it is written
only for your lips, your eyes, your heart,
beloved.
Do as you please.
It is written by an ideal heart,
intense, yet free, when in thought of you.
Written from a dehydrated pen
that shed the last drops of her blood,
onto you. And still, you do not know me.
Tag: love romance unrequited-love
It’s bad enough to love someone who don’t love you, but to have them told of it is perfectly awful. It makes me wild just to think of it. Ah, Fan, I’m getting so ill tempered and envious and wicked, I don’t know what will happen to me. - Polly
Louisa May AlcottTag: unrequited-love
But the years came and went without bringing the careless boy; and when they met again Wendy was a married woman, and Peter was no more to her than a little dust in the box in which she had kept her toys.
J.M. BarrieTag: love unrequited-love heartache
He silenced the thought, already itching to get inside her, his tongue, or his fingers, or his cock. After all these years of wanting, he would gladly accept whatever access to her body she gave him. He just wanted in.
Amber BelldeneTag: unrequited-love vampire lena kos
She had a destiny, and it was wonderful, every girl’s dream. Like Sleeping Beauty, awoken from a deep sleep by a charming vampire, Lena would have her very own fairy tale.
Amber BelldeneTag: unrequited-love destiny vampires lena blood-vine-series
I loved you even when you forgot me.
And—for a little while—you loved me back.
Tag: unrequited-love
I know you’ve forgotten me, but I’ll remember you as long as I live.
Julio Alexi GenaoTag: unrequited-love
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