Have you ever thought of someone that was never really yours but you believe that this person will eventually be yours?

I have.

For several years I keep telling myself that this curiosity will meet its end, sooner or later.

Several people come and go, but not once I was convinced.

But then this one person came along. Breaking all the stereotypes.

Then it finally hits me.

That this might be the last resort.

And

it 

broke 

me.