Saw a couple in the train. Young, in their mid/late 20s. The guy was clearly far more in love with the gal… who didn’t seem to reciprocate his cuddles, glances, touches, etc.
All of a sudden I saw a pattern there. 15years down the line, when this guy will actually meet someone who loves him to bits… but the trauma of rejection will stop him from loving her back.
And she will be yet another woman to walk the path of a lone wolf; living fully the last stage of grief: acceptance.
ANTHROPOLOGY OF LOVE 