Unrequited Love

When your heart constantly pours out love from it's deepest part, the purest form, every ounce of it leaving you and never replenished, you reach a point where you question, am I not worth receiving the same kind of love too? 

When you give and give and give and give all of you but get nothing in return, is that being generous or is that being stupid? 

When you love with hope, is that wrong? 

If your unconditional love has a tiny unspoken expectation, are you bad at loving unconditionally? 

Are you selfish for loving unselfishly, because you're sad that the love is unrequited?

If the lesson here is to love fearlessly, then why does loving fearlessly often come with heartbreak?

Why do I only mean enough to you for your needs to be fulfilled, but do not mean enough to you for my needs to be fulfilled?

I let go of you, and then I let go again, and then again and then again. When will I ever truly let go of the entirety of you? 

When I think I'm healed and done, you come back to open up the wound in my heart that I sealed with tears, and release all the stored emotions that were waiting to be forgotten. How much more tears do I need to shed in order to seal this wound again? 

If I freeze my heart to save it, will there ever be someone who can thaw it with their promise to keep it from being broken again? 

If love is a beautiful thing, why does it hurt you? Why does such a beautiful thing have such a capability of dragging you through the depths of emotional hellfire?