How timid and delicate unrequited love is? Even though unrequited love finds its own way in, it’s a love that gets trapped inside, unable to find an exit. Even though I'm the one that started it, without knowing a thing, if he leaves my sight one day, it’s a love that ends in vain without it ever having a purpose. Never even having had the chance to bud or bloom any flowers. A love that can never bare fruit like a seed left forgotten. That is, unrequited love.