By Elizabeth Shore
There’s a curious thing about unrequited love that I’ve never really understood. Why in the worldis it considered so romantic? Untold poems and novels have been written about it, countless movies have made us shed sympathetic tears. But if you think about it, the admirer, the one whose heart is filled with love for another who doesn’t feel the same, is in a f**k ton of pain. Deep, intense, debilitating pain. The kind that robs you of the ability to sleep, or eat, or sometime...
Published on July 15, 2014 22:00