Arthea Arese Sunico Quesada
unrequited love is still love. no matter how one defines it, restricts it, confines it, delimits it, mocks it, it will always be one. what makes unrequited love special, possibly the greatest of all love is that it continues to bloom even in the absence of the light. it grows, it struggles, it lives, it matures, it nourishes itself from the sole guidance of the Creator Himself. it glows like a super star hidden in the blackness of space. and it shines more in the darkest depths. even if kept hidden inside the box, the unrequited flower will burst into its full glory... a cherished image of God, always there, never leaving, though unseen, just patiently waiting...