Needlessly Unfortunate

"We accept the love we think we deserve," and maybe that's the reason why we find ourselves stuck in the same place over and over again- by falling in love with someone while watching them fall in love with someone else over and over again. Life becomes nothing but mere hand-to-mouth existence, making us realize that we'll break if we don't keep our feelings to ourselves, yet we choose to find our peace in their madness. We tend to find a reason to be happy in their denial; maybe because we're afraid of being completely unraveled by them while here, they find nothing worth staying for. 

It sounds so easy when people say that "if these feelings don't go away, you need to stop running and face them." And I think some might even understand it at an intellectual level, but they still can't help how we feel.

But what really irks me is how we talk so highly of love and associate it with only the happy memories is the exact same love that makes us feel like our whole world would end by the simplest of rejections.

We long for a collision so maddening with our hearts on our sleeves and wonder how we became so fragile. It makes me wonder- Is it easy? 

To love in such a way where you don't get love in return. I don't think so and maybe that's what makes unrequited love so needlessly unfortunate.