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 who 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 ever even having had the chance to bud or bloom any flowers.
A love that can never bear fruit ... like a seed left forgotten.
That is unrequited love.
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