Unrequited love is the rich plot device of books and films. We all love a good impossible love story, the ones that seem doomed from the start, and that do not always end happily. What is the appeal to star-crossed love? Why do we love to immerse ourselves in the impossible? Does it feed into our own inner desires that we deem improbable and never to be? Do we all have those loves that do not love us back, or that cannot end with a “and they lived happily…“?
When you close your eyes and think what if, who do you see? Do you craft stories in the wee hours of night when you cannot sleep that revolve around what you see? Is it unrequited, or just unresolved? Do you think they realize you still think on them?