Unrequited love.

I know the feeling. I know it very well. People that I love don’t seem to love me back. I began to think I am the problem. That I’m not good enough or not pretty enough.

I love watching movies about unrequited love. I love watching it and feeling it at the same time knowing that no one understand.

Except the character and me.

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