Unrequited love

There is an emptiness that stems from recognizing the impossibility of being part of someone else’s internal world, of having your own personal urges exist outside yourself. The unrequited love, not seeing those romantic feelings reflected in the other person’s eyes. The coldness in their hands when they touch you. The disparity between the truth that she yearns for and the truth the world hands her: truth as love, and truth as harsh reality. It's strange that feelings so immense can go unnoticed. Rendered even stranger, perhaps, by the fact that he appears to be similarly reclusive - living in his own shadows, oblivious to her feelings and all that she offers him...