My advice for accepting unrequited love:

Beginning: If he loved you, he would be deleting your tears while his lips tremble the apologies that his heart squeezes. He would enumerate in his gaze all the reasons as to why you are D day, ground zero and the ninth wonder. His fingers would caress your hair in search of your brain to tell you that there was never a fault in who you are, but that he was too blind and stubborn in his taste to see your precious love.

Middle: If he wanted you like you on your knees in church praying for him, then he would be with eyes as ravens and bones like monks. He would be reciting poetry from your drunk speech and describing the beauty with which you throw tantrums. He would go mute and deaf for every time that you said goodbye, he would be blind for letting you pass him by while he told you to wait for a second while he left somewhere else. 

Climax: If he saw how you are left breathless and without ways to call him yours, because of how he always leaves you almost there, a call, a text, a friend, and a sister of being his world. He wouldn't be saying until tomorrow, he would be chaining his wrist to yours and saying: “Never leave me, that I fear without you and your shadow” He would be sitting before you in the corner waiting for your return since he longs to not waste a second without your centre. 

Death: If he cared about you, he wouldn’t let you feel the pain of breaking your ribs, cutting your veins, separating your heart from your arteries. So that you can delete his name with fire, as to forget how it was to love someone so breathtaking but so blind.

TA.