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 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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