Sooner or later, each of us would reach our breaking point.

I don't believe there is would be a single person who have never known unrequited love, have never fallen for someone who did not love them back. But, in case there is such a person, she or he must be very blessed and rare.  The rest of us would be inclined to murder a couple like this if we ever came across them, but I maintain that they are the ones who are missing out. Everyone should fall for someone who doesn't love them back at least once.

We don't have to look far to find someone who does not love us back , they are all around us. We can pick the person who has been our friend since childhood, or we can pick the person who refer to us as brother or sister. Or you can pick the boy or the girl who flirts with everyone, sleeps with everyone, the one who doesn't know what he’s looking for and never seems satisfied. He'll do just fine, too.

This has to be more than a crush, more than just a fleeting attraction. Thinking they look cute when they smile, or letting your imagination momentarily wander when they touch your skin isn't enough. We must love them with every fibre of our being, from the moment we wake up until the moment we fall asleep, day after heartbroken day. Memorize the rhythm and cadence of their voice, the subtle gestures of their hands and each expression of their face, so when we are asleep and dreaming of a world in which we are together, it seems real. Feel our soul fracture each morning when we wake up and realize it isn't   Let the agony, the obsession, consume us. Nothing hurts quite as exquisitely as loving someone who doesn't love us back.

I know it seems crazy to suggest to anyone to let themselves fall into this pit of despair. It might seems that I am an emotional sadist of the worst kind. But, it is not,  because eventually something happens to every single person who loves someone who doesn't love them back: they manage to stop being in love.

The amount of time it takes for each one of us is different but sooner or later we all find our breaking point, that moment when enough becomes enough. It could be the third night you cry ourselves to sleep, the twenties times they cancel plans with us to be with someone else, or the fifty nights in they put us down. It can take months, or even years. But here’s what we will have once we get there:

After surviving that kind of heartache, we will be so much stronger, so much more certain of ourselves. We will see that all pain (physical, emotional, and metal) is a temporary state of being, not a permanent one. There is always a reason to go on, always a reason to fight for yourself.

We would realize that because we are not loved by one does not mean we are not loved by all. We will  understand that love cannot be won like a price at the fair; cannot be stolen like a rare painting from a museum in the dead of night. We will see that real love comes first from within, not from anyone else. We learn that those annoying people who say things like, “real love comes from within” were telling us the truth this whole time, but we had to learn it for ourselves. 

Getting over unrequited love feels like having a blindfold removed – we suddenly see all the love have had in our lives these whole time, and we will appreciate those individuals like never before. We will be humbled, we will be grateful, we will be wiser.

Here’s the best part, though, about getting over someone who doesn’t love us: we realize that nobody healed our heartache, that we were able to fix it ourselves  all on our own. And once we have proven to ourselves that we can recover from that, we won’t be afraid to go looking for love again. And again, and again and again.

And one of those times, we are bound to be rewarded with someone who reciprocates every ounce of our unbridled affection, who loves us just as much as we love them, and that will be the most supreme feeling of ecstasy we can fathom. We will see that loving someone who didn’t love us back was totally worth it.