“I believe all the unrequited loves are still out there somewhere. Prolly lightyears away, fleeing through space and time. Ashamed of their past and desperate for a retrieval. And someday, one fine day, on their lightyears journey eons through the observable universe, all the unrequited loves will reach the end of the universe, and they will have to eventually make peace with themselves–once and for all.”
She said to herself as she lay down on a field stargazing the studded night sky, puffy eyes and runny nose with a plucked rose stem in her hand, and picked rose petals scattered around her much like the unrequited loves are amongst the stars.