From "The Holiday", I Relate...

For some, quite inexplicably, love fades.

For others, love is simply lost.

But then of course, love can also be found, even if just for the night.

And then there's another kind of love, the cruelest kind.

The one that almost kills its victims.

It's called unrequited love.

Of that, I am an expert.

Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other, but what about the rest of us?

What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone?

We are the victime of the one-sided affair.

We are the cursed of the loved ones.

We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded.

Will you nurse my wound?