How timid and delicate unrequited love is? Even though unrequited love finds its own way in…it’s a love that gets trapped inside, unable to find an exit. Even I’m the one who started it, without knowing a thing, if he leaves my sight one day…it’s a love that ends vain without it ever having a purpose. Never ever even having had the chance to bud or bloom any flowers. A love that can never bear fruit…like a seed left forgotten. That is, unrequited love.
Go Dok Mi, Flower Boy Next Door (via eccentriccapricorn) —