The Unloved Love

There is a kind of happiness, which is called being loved; there is a kind of sadness, which is called not being loved. Being loved is the romance and warmth under the starry sky, the dependence and support of each other; not being loved is the loneliness and helplessness under the starry sky, and the comfort and love that can never be obtained. There is an emotion called being loved; there is a state of mind called not being loved. Being loved is a luck in life, a tacit understanding and dependence between each other; not being loved is a helplessness in life, and it is an unrecognised acknowledgement and understanding that can never be obtained. There is a language called being loved; there is a kind of silence, which is called not being loved. Being loved is the love and affection in the eyes, the warm words and hugs; not being loved is the indifference and disregard in the eyes, the cruel silence and loneliness. We often forget our original appearance in order to cater to others. Until one moment, we realised that it was not us who were not loved, but our shadow. There seems to be a black hole in my heart. No matter how hard I try, I can‘t fill it. I feel that I can’t be understood and I can‘t feel any love from others. I hope that one day someone will tell me that I am not lonely in this world.