What Grows By Moonlight

Oh that Love was always symmetrical, always reciprocated, always came in pairs. Alas it is not always these things, and when it is not it can spawn a most agonizing and enduring pain, that of unrequited Love. Yet like the pain that strengthens the fibers of the athlete's muscle, like the blow of the hammer that hardens the blade, the agony of unrequited Love can succor a lasting resilience, an end...