If I would – dare I say- love someone, and I keep it a secret for fear of being seen in an unfavourable light, does that make my love any less real? Is love only real if it’s reciprocated? Does a seed cease to remain a seed if it’s not planted and brought to fruition? And by burying my truth, my love within me, am I telling myself that my feelings can’t matter unless there’s an appreciative witness? If my love is rejected for whatever reason, did proclaiming my love hurt me, or is the pain due to unmet expectations?