#unrequited

I don’t believe in ghosts and neither should you, Kingsley.” ”Why not? I’ve been in love with a ghost for thirty years.” Kingsley strolled over to the armchair and sat on the ottoman between the other man’s knees. Soren narrowed his eyes at him. “The body’s not even cold yet. Eleanor’s been gone one day and you’re already trying to get me into bed again?” ”Again?” Kingsley laughed and rolled his eyes. “Always. Are you surprised?” Soren shrugged. “Not really. ↗

— Tiffany Reisz

#love #the-prince #tiffany-reisz #unrequited-love #love

Cruelty is a language that the blind can see, the deaf can hear, and the heart feels forever. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#cruelty #hateful-people #love #relationships #unrequited-love

Sometimes you grow to love the shadow that follows. ↗

— Donna Lynn Hope

#shadow #unrequited-love #love

Mom put dense cheddar bread into a bag for a man who said this was his wife's favorite - he'd driven all the way from New Jersey to buy it because today was their anniversary. Several women in the store jabbed their husbands on hearing this. I hung my head - Peter Terris wouldn't cross the street to buy me a Twinkie. (Thwonk) ↗

— Joan Bauer

#bakery #love #unrequited-love #love

But his face had that hollow look, as if there was something gone... you know that look. The inward focus. Distantly attentive to the home you're missing, or the someone you're missing. That look that a bird has when it turns it dry reptilian eye on you. That look that doesn't see you because the mind is filled up with someone it would rather see. ↗

— Gregory Maguire

#love

YOU YOU YOU your eyes, thick as a high school scrapbook crackling and yellow, curling at the edges a book of myths in which i do not appear. ↗

— Clint Catalyst

#clint-catalyst #eyes #poem #short #unrequited-love

He fell in love with himself at first sight, and it is a passion to which he has always remained faithful. Self-love seems so often unrequited. ↗

— Anthony Powell

#faithful #fell #first #himself #love

Self-love seems so often unrequited. ↗

— Anthony Powell

#seems #self-love #unrequited

It was September, and there was a crackly feeling to the air. I was saying something that was making her laugh, and I couldn't stop looking at her. It was a little bit chilly, and her cheeks were pink, and her dark hair was flowing around her face. All I wanted for the rest of my life was to keep making her laugh like that. Sometimes our arms brushed against each other as we walked, and it was like I could feel the touch for minutes after it happened. ↗

— Carolyn Parkhurst

#crush #laughter #love #unrequited-love #woman

Rats! There goes the bell... oh, how I hate lunch hours! I always have to eat alone because nobody likes me... Peanut butter again... I wish that little red haired girl would come over, and sit with me. Wouldn’t it be great if she’d walk over here, and say, “May I eat lunch with you, Charlie Brown?” I’d give anything to talk with her... she’d never like me, though... I’m so blah and so stupid... she’d never like me... I wonder what would happen if I went over and tried to talk to her! Everyone would probably laugh... she’d probably be insulted someone as blah as I am tried to talk to her. I hate lunch hour... all it does is make me lonely... during class it doesn’t matter... I can’t even eat... Nothing tastes good... Rats! Nobody is ever going to like me... Lunch hour is the loneliest hour of the day! ↗

— Charles M. Schulz

#little-red-haired-girl #loneliness #lunch #rats #unrequited-love