We've all felt unrequited love I've just felt it more than most.
Maybe I'm guilty of loving too easily Maybe I'm guilty of caring too much But is there really such thing? Can a person really be guilty of loving too easily? Can a person really be guilty of loving too much? Guilt implies some sort of crime, some form of offense Who have I wronged? Surely not myself Surely not her Maybe my only true guilt is in thinking that one could ever really be "guilty" of love at all Because even in this type of love - in this unrequited love - beauty prevails Surely there is no guilt in beauty.
I love her She doesn't love me I know this But is this not still love? Does the thought of her not still keep me up at night? Is the thought of being with her not still the one thing that gets me out of bed every morning? Of course it does. Of course it is.
I love her She doesn't love me But that doesn't negate the beauty of love For to love someone is like nothing else in life The rush of adrenaline every time I see her face is above all others The high that I feel when I think about her is like no other high It's not about how she feels It's about how she makes me feel It's about the lessons that she has taught me Lessons about selflessness Lessons about persistence Lessons about myself Lessons about love.
One day the thought of her will pass A relationship merely a fleeting thought But a love that will last forever Because unrequited love is a love like no other A love that teaches what it's like to love A love that cements the beauty of love in the imagination
Indeed, there is beauty in the unrequited And for that, I have had one of the most beautiful lives that a man could live.