Ah, now unrequited love! I can help you with that being a romantic myself

Not to get us too far off subject but unrequited love, in essence, is secret love not returned or acknowledged. Let me give you a historical example (dramatic examples abound):
The composer, Anton Bruckner, apparently loved some girl he was teaching but could never make it known. So he pined away and wrote symphonies apparently dedicated a work or two to her secretly. That is unrequited love. It is the bitter sweet pining away in secret for a love one can never have (I must stop at this point since it is bringing back uncomfortable memories of my junior year in high school, “Ah, the band drum major! Totally beautiful and such a commanding voice, “March!!” she would say. I wrote her a love letter after admiring her for months. She summoned me in private and told me of her boyfriend in the army. I was shattered. I spent what was likely 3 months without a smile. Only music and poetry and the foolish fantasies of adolescence.” Ah what mostly bitter (with just a tinge of sweet) memories.