...thinking about somebody every day of his life... oh yes, he said to himself. Oh yes, you do. You think about somebody. He fills your world. He is all about you, a presence, and you think about him; you can't help it, because he's always there, in your thoughts. But you know, of course, that all the while you're thinking about him, he's not thinking about you. That's the hardest thing about it. That's what makes it so very, very hard to bear. So hard that sometimes you just sit there and let the misery wash over you; the misery, the emptiness.
by Alexander McCall Smith
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The passage reflects on the deep emotional turmoil of unreciprocated love. The protagonist is absorbed in their thoughts of another person who occupies their mind every day. This constant presence brings both comfort and pain, illustrating the complexity of emotions tied to longing and attachment. They acknowledge the reality that while they are consumed by thoughts of this person, that individual does not share the same feelings or thoughts toward them.

This painful awareness creates a profound sense of loneliness and despair. The character feels a deep emptiness that can lead to moments of overwhelming misery. This emotional struggle highlights the difficulties of loving someone who is indifferent, leaving the character to grapple with unfulfilled desires and the reality of their situation. Such reflections resonate with anyone who has experienced the ache of longing for someone who is emotionally distant.

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