One-sided is an illusion that is enough to break your heart, break your dreams and goals, or break the records in any field; it is up to you how you receive fuel from unrequited love. It starts with high expectations and enthusiasm and never ends
That love might have been large, or small, long or short, must have affected him or her in his life. True love is always powerful. It can spread to every bit of the surface of our vigilant and subliminal personalities, making us so feeble that we wind up sitting idle pondering the object of our adoration.
The object of our longing. The thing that adds more to this is that we are not fortunate, as is the case for most people on most occasions, this affection winds up uneven in the shape of dreaded solitary love.
What makes a one-sided love considerably more tricky is that there is no unmistakable division between 'adoration' that we assume it to be and 'fixation' which it really becomes with time.
Both seem comparable, particularly before everything else is when our emotions are blooming. Both ‘adoration’ and ‘fixation’ tie us mystically to someone else. Which at that point springs forward into feelings that are so extraordinary, so exceptional to us that we are without a moment's delay moved to an alternate world.
Also, in both cases, the dismissal or an unresponsive behavior from the other individual, the affection (or the fixation) gains enhanced past power.
And then begins the process of granulation. The phenomenon of their thoughts revolving in our brains all day. Making situations in our minds about how we would converse with them. How they would adore us back.
The things we could accomplish for them that would cause them to acknowledge the amount of love we have for them. The amount of care we have for them. We would make certain efforts to make our life likable for them, do things we haven't done for anybody in our entire lives. They are our first concern. Nothing else matters before them.
During this time of our adoration, fixation, and granulation, all our companions and people around us see our imprudences for our one-sided love, how silly or even pointless our activities are.
How our activities are like attempting to push a mountain and pitifully trusting that the mountain would move. Sometimes, in exceptional conditions, the mountain moves. However, the odds are uncommon — the ratio is a very large number. A couple of fortunate moves can move the mountain, despite the insurmountable opposition. Such cases are few.
Furthermore, here are we, the survivors of the imprudences for our one-sided love, being wound up in a hazardous circle where many have died. For we don't have a clue what to do. The more they don't care for us, the more we wind up wanting them.
It is a condition of interminable agony that gobbles up every last trace of the texture of our life, debasing it with its misery and franticness which renders us alone in a universe of dreams where we have been abandoned on a desolate seashore — far away from genuine expectation.
For the individuals being stuck in this circle of one-sided love, the solitary way out is to understand the idea of our state and pose the quintessential inquiry — Is it a fixation or it is love? Which is the hardest thing of all. Yet, that is the only way out because there is a principal contrast between the two.
