Love Hope?

Tell me what you think. Is it a waste of a life’s precious time to pursue, in silence, an unrequited love? Is it sort of like expecting to find treasure at a rainbow’s end, or believing the reflection of the moon in a river is real? You know, a romantic, but obviously false hope. To have words rehearsed, but never spoken, just stored away, in case. To wait and wait for the love you so desperately want to be claimed while it sits in your heart’s warehouse, up on a shelf, lonely, gathering dust. Is it better to be an unrealistic, but a forever hopeful romantic, or do you believe that such love hope, against all odds, has no place in a life? Yes, tell me, please.