here, take this
This is something I wrote a while ago when I was very, very low, but I think it still holds true.
The thing about dancing the Unrequited is that there are two extremes one can step to. At one corner of the floor there is the absolute certainty that one is in love, and that love is pure, and that one can only wish the best for the object, and that therefore one could and would give the object everything, and thus it is only a matter of time until one’s feelings are returned. One feels oneself almost noble, in that one continues loving, wanting, wishing the best, even though one receives nothing, touches nothing in return.
In the opposite corner is self-deprecation, the knowledge that the object does not, will not, ever turn to one, that anything of value is lacking, and that oneself is nothing and will be nothing. It is the knowledge that one is a loathsome creature, a veritable Grendel, made only more loathsome by the fact that one feels what one does even though the object does not wish it so.
The Unrequited is an imaginary number, an unknown quantity, a spell of wicked weaving that can make one at turns an angel or a fiend. There are any number of ways to dance it, but only two directions to move in, and when the music stops there is only one door to leave by.
Also, I've organized my photos to the point where they can be burned onto CDs and distributed as necessary. Anyone who wants a copy, raise your hand or call me or something within the next few days.
The thing about dancing the Unrequited is that there are two extremes one can step to. At one corner of the floor there is the absolute certainty that one is in love, and that love is pure, and that one can only wish the best for the object, and that therefore one could and would give the object everything, and thus it is only a matter of time until one’s feelings are returned. One feels oneself almost noble, in that one continues loving, wanting, wishing the best, even though one receives nothing, touches nothing in return.
In the opposite corner is self-deprecation, the knowledge that the object does not, will not, ever turn to one, that anything of value is lacking, and that oneself is nothing and will be nothing. It is the knowledge that one is a loathsome creature, a veritable Grendel, made only more loathsome by the fact that one feels what one does even though the object does not wish it so.
The Unrequited is an imaginary number, an unknown quantity, a spell of wicked weaving that can make one at turns an angel or a fiend. There are any number of ways to dance it, but only two directions to move in, and when the music stops there is only one door to leave by.
Also, I've organized my photos to the point where they can be burned onto CDs and distributed as necessary. Anyone who wants a copy, raise your hand or call me or something within the next few days.