Unrequited love is a good, healthy sentiment. It gives one the freedom to choose whom to shower affection, how much of it and when. If you are a control beast like I am, this is the perfect kind of love to give and in the process, enjoy every up and down moment. When your love is unreciprocated, there is no limit on how much love you want to shower or how little. There are days when I may not feel like loving at all. I may want to moulder in my own space. And there are days when I am overflowing with affection with an intensity that would put Romeo to shame. Why not show it selflessly and bask in the sunshine of all that love? When there is no expectation of a return gift, one is free to give without boundaries.
The problem steps in as soon as your love is reciprocated. There are the perennial perils of failing to match up to the same level of love as what you are receiving. You don’t want to love someone too much more or too little, compared to the other person. You are constantly re-calibrating your love scale when love is reciprocated. He has called me twice today. Should I call him twice today? Or more? Or once? He has written such a lovely poem for me. Should I write something back? I have told him something about my painful past. Should he not share something from his life too - after all, I was honest with him.
Being in a real relationship, is like driving on a two-way street, you have to watch out for oncoming traffic, judge the spaces, distances and then move ahead and still make sure you never step over the lines. Isn’t it just less worrisome and more fun to drive on a one-way street? :-)
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