I know, the title seems improbable, but let this come from one who has been on the losing end of the above many a time, there is some magic to it. What is the magic, you ask? Well, it is eternal, that's what.
Unrequited love is never returned, and therefore unfulfilled. It remains in our minds, long after it has left our hearts, as a shining promise of what could have been but never was. It was never reciprocated, if indeed it was even spoken out loud. And so, it remains eternal, perfect as the day it struck you out of the blue, and perfectly painful as the day you knew that it would never be realised.
What is my "so, here's the thing" point here? I'm not even sure, that is the point.
