I don't blame him, really.  It appears to be my destiny to love unconditionally, but remain unloved in that way.
    
I have a friend who has a scar on his face to remind him.  It had been a very big wound, but it healed to a tiny scar, an unsatisfactorily small one, but it is still visible.  It is in plain sight.
    
All my scars are on the inside, where I can ignore them, or dismiss them.  The truth isn't written on my face.

How very stupid of me to fall for it again.