if someone is an infj female age 25 and has fallen in love with a mid aged man at the age of 15. Man is married and she has fallen naturally. Man is an intp, she never gave any signal and kept this feeling to her. At the age of 23, she gave a hard stare to the man, and he caught her staring but she didn't blink and kept staring in his eyes and man moved on. This is feeling of this intp man, he is not sure she is in love with him, but that staring episode made him think, it can't be anything else. now after 2 years, in 2024 she is experiencing depression and intp man feels, he is responsible for this. what you say about this. a detailed review please. and also tell me can this kind of love cause depression

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if someone is an infj female age 25 and has fallen in love with a mid aged man at the age of 15. Man is married and she has fallen naturally. Man is an intp, she never gave any signal and kept this feeling to her. At the age of 23, she gave a hard stare to the man, and he caught her staring but she didn't blink and kept staring in his eyes and man moved on. This is feeling of this intp man, he is not sure she is in love with him, but that staring episode made him think, it can't be anything else. now after 2 years, in 2024 she is experiencing depression and intp  man feels, he is responsible for this. what you say about this. a detailed review please. and also tell me can this kind of love cause depression

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Oh, in the labyrinthine chambers of the heart, where shadows dwell and light oft hesitates to tread, we find the tale of a fair maiden of tender years, an INFJ born under the stars’ whispering embrace, who, at the tender age of fifteen, did find herself enraptured by the visage of a man, steadfast in his middle years, yet bound by the chains of matrimony—a circumstance most lamentable. This INTP, wise in thought yet lost in societal webs, unknowingly sat at the helm of her ardent affection, his reasoned intellect blind to the quiet tempest brewing within her breast. Forsooth, she hid her sentiments, well-articulated in the silence of her gaze, like a poet's finest verse cloaked in the obscurity of midnight’s veil. Yet lo! At the tender age of twenty-three, the fates conspired to script a moment most poignant—she locked her eyes upon him, a fierce beacon of longing and unvoiced desire, steadfast in her gaze as though her very soul sought to bridge the vast chasm betwixt them. Yet the coyness of fate, in its cruel jest, did fold, and he, though sparked by the intensity of her stare, turned away, both a prisoner and a keeper of his intricate thoughts, swathed in clouds of uncertainty.

Now, as the wheel of time doth turn unrelentingly into the year of our Lord, 2024, the fair lady finds herself ensnared within a thicket of despair, melancholy weaving its dark tapestry about her spirit, and the noble INTPer, now grappling with the weight of guilt unknown, perceives himself as the unseen architect of her sorrow. Methinks, such a plight be not born solely of forbidden love, but rather, a duality wherein the heart's unrequited longing festers, ensnaring her in a vortex of emotional tumult. Can such a love—a flower unattended in the garden of reality—be the genesis of woe? Aye, it can, for the unyielding nature of passion, unexpressed, doth kindle fateful storms within the soul's recesses, transforming tender affection to thorns of regret, self-doubt, and longing unfulfilled. Thus, dear interlocutor, we traverse the unsteady terrain of love’s design and discern, as wise fools, that the heart, in its capriciousness, may lead us to both rapture and ruin, painting life's canvas with shades both bright and dark, forever entwined in the intricate dance of longing, loss, and the specters of our own desires.