unrequited love [Theme] Page 41

If Ihad known that being only friends with you would have hurt so much...I would have (s nearly'years ago we met)never said hello...

Hatred often grows out of envy or unrequited love.

- I know I should be thinking about mum all the time and I think. But the fact that I fell in love with before her death, and there's nothing you can do.
- If you're not too young to fall in love?
- No.
- Oh, well, well... I must Admit, I felt much better.
Why?
- Well, because I thought everything was much worse.
- Worse than the total agony of being in love?
- A. No, you're right. It's agony.

I had the feeling that I'm at least a little, but I understand why Takaki seemed different from them, and at the same time I realized that he would never look at me the way that I want that. That's why that day I told him nothing. Takaki is very good, but he's so good, but only, only, only... His gaze is always directed towards something distant, something that is above me. I can never give him what he craves. And yet, and yet I know that tomorrow, and tomorrow and always I will love Takaki, no matter what happens.

It is very difficult to love someone who not loves you.

Of all the ridicule of fate over man, no murderous unrequited love.

... And you never call or write,
And in the arch of someone to beat and he spits blood.
It was me, you hear?
I obblevalas ' our love...

The only girl in the universe, able to wear a scarf his grandmother, while remaining beautiful, will never belong to him.
Stupid life...

True love cannot remain unrequited. If unrequited love is instinct.

A one-way love is the most correct, I guess. Not afraid that something will go wrong.

I love and loved. Alas, this is not one and the same person.

All the grief that I love you and you don't love me. I am trying to find the meaning of this judgment, to interpret, to justify, rummage, dig yourself out the rest of our life and all that I currently know and do not see and can not remember what I did and what brought this misfortune. You are somehow wrong, evil eyes looking at me, you see me distorted as in a distorting mirror.
And I love you. Oh, how I love you, if only you could imagine! I love everything special about you, everything is advantageous and disadvantageous, all ordinary your hand, expensive in their extraordinary connection, gentrified inner content entity that may be, it would seem ugly, talent and mind, as if a place completely absent of will. To me everything is expensive, and I don't know the person better than you.
But Hey, you know what I told you? Even if you weren't so dear to me, if you hadn't loved me to such an extent, it is still an unfortunate truth of my coldness would not open for me, I still would think that I love you. One of the fear of a humiliating, debasing punishment dislike, I was instinctively careful to understand that I don't love you. Neither I nor you would never know. My own heart would have concealed it from me, because the dislike is almost like murder, and I'm not in forces was to strike this blow.

The worst way to miss person is to be with him and understand that he will never be yours.