It’s scary and sad really, knowing just how much time I wasted waiting for you. I was waiting for you to love me, love me the way I loved you. It was to the point where I would bother you and almost force myself on you just to make you feel something. But then it all clicked, I realized something. You can’t make somebody love you if they can’t. Notice how I said ‘can’t’? Because when you don’t, there is always that possibly of being able to. But when you can’t, it’s not possible. You just can’t.
— unrequited love