Monday, June 16, 2025

“Loving Someone Who Will Never Be Yours — The Silent Pain of One-Sided Love”

 


He Didn’t Break My Heart. He Just Never Held It Carefully.

People say heartbreak is when love ends.

But the worst kind of heartbreak?
Is when love never even began…
At least not for them.

I loved him.
With everything I had.
Every smile I gave, every late-night text, every piece of advice, every “good luck” before his big days — all of it came from the softest corners of my heart.

And what did I get in return?

A polite smile.
A cold “thanks.”
A “you’re such a good friend.”

God, I hated that line.


💬 Quote:

“You weren’t just in love. You were bleeding silently while smiling like it didn’t hurt.” — Sham


I Loved Him Loudly. He Loved Someone Else Quietly.

There’s a special kind of torture in watching the one you love — love someone else.
In seeing them smile at texts that aren't yours.
In hearing them cry over heartbreaks that aren’t about you.
In being the "safe space" for a person who would never call you home.

I was always the shoulder.
Never the heartbeat.

And yet… I stayed.


Why? Because Hope is Addictive.

I told myself maybe one day he'd see me.
Maybe he’d wake up and realize the one he needed was right here.
Maybe… maybe… maybe.

But hope is cruel when it overstays.
And mine did.


The Day I Knew He’d Never Love Me Back

He talked about another girl again. The way his eyes lit up… it was the light I’d been trying to ignite in him for years.

But it wasn’t for me.

It never was.

I excused myself, locked the bathroom door, and cried silently into a towel — because even my tears didn’t deserve to interrupt his story.

That night, I broke into a million pieces.
And he didn’t even notice.


Unrequited Love Doesn’t Just Hurt — It Destroys

It eats at your self-esteem.
It makes you feel invisible.
You question everything:
Was I not good enough?
Was I too much?
Too available?
Too emotional?

You give so much, you forget who you were before them.


🥀 Real Talk: They Never Loved You. And That’s Not Your Fault.

They didn’t ignore you because you weren’t lovable.
They just weren’t capable of loving you the way you deserved.
And no — you can’t fix that.
You shouldn’t have to earn someone’s eyes, attention, or heart.


💔 I Walked Away. Not Because I Stopped Loving Him — But Because I Finally Loved Myself More.

The hardest thing I’ve ever done was delete our thread.
Not because of what we had — but because of everything I wished we did.

But I had to.
Because I realized I was the only one hurting.
The only one hoping.
The only one holding on.

And that’s not love.
That’s emotional suicide.


🔥 If You’re In This Right Now — Please Read This:

You are not weak for loving deeply.
You are not foolish for believing in someone.
But you are stronger than you think — strong enough to let go.

Let go of the half-hearted replies.
Let go of their memory.
Let go of what you imagined they could’ve been.

Because someone out there is waiting to give you the kind of love you don’t have to beg for.


🌙 Final Words — From Someone Who’s Been There

I still think about him.
Some nights still hurt.
But now I hurt from a distance, not from proximity.

That’s growth.
That’s healing.
That’s survival.

Because I may have loved the wrong person,
But now — I’m learning to love the right one.
Me.

🖤 If this hit your heart, you’re not alone. Share it. Let someone else know they’re not crazy for feeling everything.

💭 Leave a comment: Have you ever been in love with someone who didn’t love you back?

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4 comments:

  1. yeah i have also a one sided love on someone.. and this all experiance is same llike me

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  2. and yeah that's hurt the most

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