Sometimes we put too much time and energy into people who do not appreciate or reciprocate. Some people push and push until we have to give in and acknowledge we can love that person but we cannot continue to revolve our world Round him/her.
I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings. (from Starlings in Winter - a poem by Mary Oliver)