Unrequited love

Allow me, dear reader, to talk about unrequited love.

I know, I know. I can already hear sighs of disbelief-- perhaps even disillusionment. What has come over you, owner bro of this blog, you will be thinking,  you don't talk of things like these. Remember the various times you have stated the manipulative nature of your genes, and how everything is so stupid, and stuff? What has come over you man, what has come over you, you will ask. And I will concede, dear sirs and madams from all over the world-- from the towering towers of Hong Kong and Singapore, to the cold costs of the North. I shall answer, certainly, after you explain to me the exact nature of relationship between the British Prime Minister Benjamin Disraeli and the then-Queen of England.

Unrequited love is a powerful force of nature, at least for some people. It stays dormant for years, like cancerous cells, waiting and waiting for the right time to strike. It knows the right time may never come, and even if it does, the right moment may be over, but wait it does, waiting to strike. It's dangerous, and everyone should be aware of the existence of such a creature. People have been killed, or injured while dealing with it, and it can rarely be tamed. It's a creature not to be messed with. Like a snake. Or a dragon. Or that creature from Harry Potter 2. You get the idea-- only swords can vanquish it.