Beauty lies in the experience itself,
And not the completion.
You know she will never be yours,
Yet you love her.
Even though she loves someone else,
You still care for her.
You know she can never be yours,
Yet you are happy.
Even though it breaks your heart,
You never feel sorry.
You try to find happiness,
Doing things that makes you smile.
Moving on, is never your style.
Deep down you know, it's a dead end.
But you hope, cause you can't pretend.