I believe those ghost hunters shows are full of shit. I believe Adnan did it. I believe we aren’t alone in the Universe. I believe Jay Z really cheated. I don’t believe unrequited love is really love. Perhaps I’m a love purist, I believe love starts at reciprocity. I don’t believe that you can truly love someone whonever loved you back, that it’s longing, its projection, its not love. Maybe that’s the INFJ in me, I require balance, returned affection, shared energy or I shut down. I can’t see myself tirelessly trying to make fetch happen and getting nothing in return. I was having this conversation with a friend who disagreed vehemently. Who was I to discount someone’s feelings? It’s arrogance. I guess….but I’m not so much dismissing feelings as much as I’m wondering aloud, what are you loving?
I’ve been on both sides of this coin, piner and pinee…truthfully I don’t know which is worse. (Piner is worse) For most of my early life my “love” was unreturned, I fell hard and fast for anyone who paid me any mind. I said I love you because it felt like what you were supposed to do, I got curved and you couldn’t tell me Lenny Williams and I wasn’t feeling the same pain. Except, he was literally losing his world and I barely knew this girl. He reminiscing the kisses, the moments, the love and I was really really sure I maybe might could like her. It was practically the same thing. All curves matter yo. You couldn’t tell me my pain wasn’t real…eventually I could tho. I can look back and say I was doing the most. Rejection sucks, but I didn’t love those women. I didn’t know them enough to love them, they didn’t know me enough to love me.
As the pinee, it’s…awkward. Sometimes I even wish I could return the feelings just because I hate uncomfortable situations. I can admit I was a little naive in the past, I flirted, I teased completely oblivious to the feelings my actions my engender. Sometimes I just assume they know better than to actually shoot their shot. But feelings gon feel I suppose. Nevertheless,it still wasn’t love they felt. They never seen me in a romantic light to love me. Ask them why they love me and its all about possibles and singing if weeeeeeee like Jeremih. Full disclosure, I’m awesome, but all they know is what seems like a really good idea. Which is all well and good but…still not love. Especially when all I’m giving in return is jokes and the occasional compliment. I don’t even deserve it, really. How did we get here?
So what do you call these unreturned, projected feels? Is unrequited love already considered a lower quality of love so much so we can let them sit with us? Nigga, I guess. Love is beautiful, magical, freeing…yet these days its so commonly associated with hurt and heartbreak. Unrequited jawns feel their love is the same because the hurt hurts but if you’ve never felt the high that mutual healthy love has given you…you doing it wrong. Stressing about exes you never dated, loving people who never earned it. Y’all got it. Maybe I’m splitting hairs here. Unrequited love can come to the cookout. Better bring ice and foil at least.