I've been on both sides of this.
I fell madly in love with a good friend of mine (I thought I was picking up on some signals from her end as well), and having outgrown some self-esteem issues finally decided to tell her. After which I was puzzled why this didn't magically produce the desired result. One reason may have been that I was previously flirting with another, mutual, friend of ours, whom I knew liked me (I her, not so much). I guess I though it'd be a training wheels sort of thing for entering the dating world, but quickly reconsidered, and went for the mother load instead.
Anyways, afterwards me and the major crush exchanged several long-as-shit e-mails about my issues leading up to the fiasco, thought processes, whatever. Eventually, I tried to lessen the impact of all I had said, but thinking I'd keep feeling that way about her forever, left the ball planted firmly in her side of the court, promising never to bring it up again. Later I also realized how stressful it was for her to have to take on the role of therapist, and decided to stop using her as a sounding board, so I cut the e-mail chatter. Talking gets you nowhere, it's all about time, baby.
Now, for someone unrequited..ly? loving me, it was more of a "I loved her, but not as much as she, holy hell, loved me" story. I got a bit freaked out by the time she started sending me things like "I cannot express what I feel like as well as this famous writer, so here's what he said" and then quoted some "to have the honor of loving an angel" bullshit. When I realized we were nowhere near on the same level of caring for each other, I though I'd cut the story short before it got ugly and, y'know, demanding. At which point she went completely bat-shit insane on my ass, and I had to cut all contact and let her cool the fuck off for a while. It's not pretty, whichever side you look at it from.
I fell madly in love with a good friend of mine (I thought I was picking up on some signals from her end as well), and having outgrown some self-esteem issues finally decided to tell her. After which I was puzzled why this didn't magically produce the desired result. One reason may have been that I was previously flirting with another, mutual, friend of ours, whom I knew liked me (I her, not so much). I guess I though it'd be a training wheels sort of thing for entering the dating world, but quickly reconsidered, and went for the mother load instead.
Anyways, afterwards me and the major crush exchanged several long-as-shit e-mails about my issues leading up to the fiasco, thought processes, whatever. Eventually, I tried to lessen the impact of all I had said, but thinking I'd keep feeling that way about her forever, left the ball planted firmly in her side of the court, promising never to bring it up again. Later I also realized how stressful it was for her to have to take on the role of therapist, and decided to stop using her as a sounding board, so I cut the e-mail chatter. Talking gets you nowhere, it's all about time, baby.
Now, for someone unrequited..ly? loving me, it was more of a "I loved her, but not as much as she, holy hell, loved me" story. I got a bit freaked out by the time she started sending me things like "I cannot express what I feel like as well as this famous writer, so here's what he said" and then quoted some "to have the honor of loving an angel" bullshit. When I realized we were nowhere near on the same level of caring for each other, I though I'd cut the story short before it got ugly and, y'know, demanding. At which point she went completely bat-shit insane on my ass, and I had to cut all contact and let her cool the fuck off for a while. It's not pretty, whichever side you look at it from.