“But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacité for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be a subterfuge for hiding the torments of love.” ~ Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

With Valentine’s day approaching, I was recently challenged to answer the following writing prompt in one of my writing groups:

Did you ever experience unrequited love, where you really felt you loved someone and they simply didn’t love you back? What were the circumstances? Did it last for a long time?

Whoa. Did they know who they were dealing with? I was the queen of unrequited love.

Unrequited love was probably my only version of love until D. I don’t say that lightly. In fact, my very first unrequited love was most definitely my dad. I loved him with all my heart and he wanted very little to do with me. My…