How I was denied from the love of my life

Love is a strange thing. It can lift you to the highest peaks of joy, but it can also leave you stranded in the depths of confusion and heartbreak. For me, it’s been the latter. This is the story of how I fell for someone who didn’t feel the same way—and how my own actions may have played a part in pushing her further away.

The Beginning of It All

It started innocently enough. I met her, and something clicked. She wasn’t just beautiful—she was magnetic. Her energy, her laugh, the way she saw the world—it all drew me in. I thought, This is it. She’s the one.

But as time went on, I realized that what I felt wasn’t mutual. She was kind, warm, and friendly, but she kept me at arm’s length. She wanted to keep things platonic. And yet, I couldn’t let go of the hope that maybe, just maybe, she’d change her mind.

My Lovebombing Spiral

Here’s where I messed up. Instead of stepping back and respecting her boundaries, I leaned in—hard. I started posting ambiguous things on Instagram, hoping she’d notice. Reels, stories, posts—everything was carefully curated to catch her attention.

I’d write captions that hinted at my feelings without being too obvious. I’d share songs that reminded me of her, post quotes about unrequited love, and even tag her in things that I thought would make her smile. It wasn’t just about expressing myself—it was about trying to make her see me, to make her realize that I was the one for her.

But it didn’t work.

Her Response

She noticed, of course. How could she not? But instead of drawing her closer, my actions seemed to push her further away. She’d respond to my posts with polite comments or a quick like, but that was it. No deeper connection, no shift in how she saw me.

She kept the relationship firmly in the “just friends” zone. And while she was always kind, I could feel the distance growing. It was like she was building a wall between us, brick by brick, every time I tried to force my way into her heart.

What I’ve Learned

Looking back, I realize that my approach was all wrong. Lovebombing—showering someone with attention, affection, and gestures in the hopes of winning them over—isn’t love. It’s desperation. It’s trying to control something that can’t be controlled.

Love isn’t about convincing someone to feel the same way you do. It’s about mutual respect, understanding, and connection. And if that connection isn’t there, no amount of Instagram posts or ambiguous captions will create it.

I also learned that boundaries matter. She made it clear that she wanted to keep things platonic, and I ignored that because I was so focused on my own feelings. In doing so, I disrespected her wishes and probably made her feel uncomfortable.

Moving Forward

It’s hard to let go of someone you care about, especially when you’ve built up this idea in your head that they’re “the one.” But I’m starting to understand that holding on to something that isn’t meant to be only causes more pain—for both people involved.

I’m trying to focus on myself now. On healing, on growing, and on learning how to love in a healthier way. And maybe, someday, I’ll find someone who feels the same way about me as I do about them.

To anyone reading this who might be in a similar situation: take a step back. Respect their boundaries. And most importantly, respect yourself. Love isn’t something you can force—it’s something that happens naturally, when the time is right.

For now, I’m learning to let go. And even though it hurts, I know it’s the right thing to do.

Final Thoughts

Unrequited love is one of the hardest things to go through, but it’s also a chance to grow. It’s a reminder that love isn’t just about how much you feel for someone—it’s about how you treat them, and how you treat yourself.

So here’s to moving on, to learning from my mistakes, and to finding a love that’s real, mutual, and healthy.