Silent love
A university student confessed that he had fallen in love with a female classmate.
He had known her for a long time; she was very beautiful, and every boy was infatuated with her. Because of this, he often teased her and deliberately flirted with other girls to make her think he wasn’t interested in her.
However, this semester, they were assigned to the same group. Spending time together every day, he finally couldn’t help but fall in love with her.
After falling in love with her, he became increasingly jealous of the boys around her. He became silent and often deliberately avoided her. He believed she would never love him because she enjoyed being liked by many boys. To avoid causing himself pain, he wouldn’t tell her how much he liked her.
The boy sent me the love poem he intended to send to her, repeatedly begging me not to laugh at him because he already felt miserable.
At this moment, the boy felt very painful. I only wanted to tell him that this pain would, over time, turn into beautiful memories to cherish. Who hasn’t suffered from a secret crush? We always think that our infatuation is the heaviest in the world. One day, looking back, we’ll realize it was actually very light.
We believe our love is deep, but over the years, we’ll find out it’s actually quite shallow.
The deepest and heaviest love must grow with time.
It’s not just students who experience the anxiety and agony of a secret crush; adults do too.
A woman once confided in me, saying, “I have a crush on a man.”
“How do you express your crush on him?” I asked.
She said she had called the radio station numerous times to request songs for him, hoping he would hear them. She recorded her favorite love songs onto a cassette tape and sent it to him, hoping he would pay attention to the lyrics and understand the message. She knitted sweaters for him and thought of him every night before she went to sleep.
People with secret crushes always feel very emotional and humble, believing they’ve done many great things for their crush.
Indeed, having a secret crush can be grand. Doing one grand thing in a lifetime is enough. Grandness isn’t requesting songs for him, knitting sweaters, or recording love songs. Such simple things can be done by anyone.
The secret crush in “The Hunchback of Notre-Dame” is grand. The secret crush in “The Stationmaster’s Wife” involves a man taking the blame for a woman, even for murder.
The greatest act of a secret crush is to let go. You don’t love me, but I fulfill your wishes.
True unrequited love is a lifelong endeavor, not abandoned even when the person you love is far away. Without this sentiment, don’t lightly speak of a secret crush.
This makes me think of my own experience.
One day, a friend asked me, “Do you know someone has a crush on you?”
I replied irritably, “Since it’s a secret crush, how would I know? If I knew, it wouldn’t be a secret crush.” Besides, I’m not the type to be narcissistic, thinking I’m so adorable that others should have a crush on me.
A long time ago, someone told me that a certain person had a crush on me. This person was a good friend of mine, so once, I tried to test him over the phone, asking, “Have you ever had a crush on someone?”
To my surprise, he said, “Oh, I’ve never had a crush on anyone.”
Later, I thought, by asking so directly, even if he had a slight liking for me, he wouldn’t admit it. He might even think I had a crush on him.
I don’t have a crush on others, so I don’t think others would have a crush on me. Some people say a secret crush is grand; some say it’s a beautiful, romantic wound. But believe me, if a secret crush doesn’t blossom into a mutual love, if the other person doesn’t fall in love with you, then it’s ultimately just a one-sided infatuation.
We think we’re desperately in love with someone, but we’re actually in love with a person we’ve idealized thousands of times in our imagination. The more unattainable, the deeper the love; the more unattainable, the more heartbreaking. In the end, the one-sided infatuation can only sink to the bottom of the lake of unrequited love, becoming a barren moss.
A thin piece of paper, written and torn, torn and written, ultimately ending unresolved, still timid, still afraid to speak out.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
