Summary

The author expresses deep, unrequited love, choosing not to manipulate the object of their affection into reciprocating but rather to patiently await a genuine mutual connection.

Abstract

The author of the article describes a profound emotional struggle, witnessing the person they love in the company of others. Despite the pain of unrequited love, the author refrains from imposing their feelings or altering the circumstances to isolate their beloved from these unwanted suitors. Instead, they choose to respect the individual's autonomy and desire for them to live life according to their own wishes. The author's love is rooted in the hope that the person will eventually recognize the depth of the author's affection and choose to reciprocate it freely, without coercion. This love is depicted as all-encompassing, transcending superficial attraction and seeking a connection that encompasses the soul. The author is patient and confident, believing that their genuine love will ultimately prevail over the shallow affections of others.

Opinions

The author acknowledges the kindness and decency of their beloved, who associates with others not for attention but out of politeness.
They experience intense emotions, ranging from the desire to protect their beloved from unworthy individuals to the recognition that manipulating circumstances would be selfish and against their beloved's right to choose.
The author values the authenticity of mutual love, emphasizing that anything less than a freely given reciprocation would not fulfill their concept of true love.
There is a belief that the beloved's true nature aligns with the author's vision of love, suggesting that the beloved is surrounded by people who fail to appreciate their inner beauty and soul.
The author is convinced that they can offer the solitude and depth of love that the beloved truly desires, positioning themselves as the one who can fulfill the beloved's emotional needs.
The author's patience and confidence stem from a conviction that their love is of a rare and genuine kind, which will eventually be recognized and preferred by the beloved.

Why I Won’t Try To Make You Love Me.

Even though it rips me apart every moment every day.

You’re not a dummy.

I can tell this from the way you glance occasionally at these men always crowding you, ogling.

Your glance doesn’t last for long, it is brief like the last twinkle of a dying star. But I notice it.

But I have seen it many times to know what it means; that it is not just a coincidence you look at them like this.

And there is a reason why you don’t shrug off these swarming bees off you.

You are with them not because you want attention; you are with them because you are just too decent to say no.

A soul too kind, a heart utterly soft.

I won’t say that it doesn’t affect me.

It does.

How can I see you with them and not feel like tearing the space-time fabric apart in which they stand?

Cut them forever from you?

Leaving you untouchable, unaccessible by these unworthy brutes.

Because, I want the whole of you, only for me.

But even if I could do it, could annihilate the superstructure of the time-space continuum, I wouldn’t have done it.

Because?

Firstly, I’m not selfish. I want you to live your way. Feel content the way you desire.

But moreover, I don’t want to force you to come to me; I want you to come to me on your own.

I want you to feel what I’m feeling, experience the same thrill as rippling in my bones, that is frothing in my heart.

I want you to experience this sublime that makes me feel like oscillating among stars in far-off galaxies; that makes me feel I’m plunging into the deepest of oceans; that makes me believe I’m the luckiest man to be born —ever— in the three and a half billion years of life on this earth.

I want you to fall with me into this neverending bottomless fall called love.

For only then my love will find its fulfillment.

Anything less won’t do.

And I’m patient.

I know it’s a matter of time.

I’m confident.

For you are of the kind who needs true love, and there are not many around you ready to give you that. All they want is the beauty that you wear that you were born with it. They never go past it. Your soul is absent for them.

But to me, that’s what I see.

The pure soul that wants to get away from this cacophony, and go to the solitude of true eternal love.

I can provide that solitude for you.

I will become that love.

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