Untitled Wire Sculpture

There was a lot of thought and very little thought into creating this. I wasn't sure what to title it since I think it embodies a lot of things, so it's open to interpretation.
If you really want to know what I think, the word I worked with when bending this was "unrequited." I know it's not exactly...unrequited...but that's how I felt about it. I see a lot of other ideas here, too, so whatever.
It's up to you.
I really hate it when artists make abstract things and they don't title it or something for the obnoxious reason of "I am the only one who truly understands this" or "If people don't get it, that's because they're too stupid." That really bugs me. This is untitled because I think there are infinite ideas in this piece and I truly believe that each one is valid, so it really is all about you, and I love that.

EDIT: I just used this piece in a 3D collage for my acting class for the following monologue from the book "Spoon River" --

"Faith Matheny"
At first you will know not what they mean,
And you may never know,
And we may never tell you:--
These sudden flashes in your soul,
Like lambent lightning on snowy clouds
At midnight when the moon is full.
They come in solitude, or perhaps
You sit with your friend, and all at once
A silence falls on speech, and his eyes
Without a flicker glow at you:--
You two have seen the secret together,
He sees it in you, and you in him.
And there you sit thrilling lest the Mystery
Stand before you and strike you dead
With a splendor like the sun's.
Be brave, all souls who have such visions!
As your body's alive as mine is dead,
You're catching a little whiff of the ether
Reserved for God Himself.