Everyone has heard the story of someone who loved and lost, and never recovered because they could never find anyone else like them. They just prod along through life wondering what could have been as they sit alone in their studio apartment with no hope of ever finding anyone because they found the one they were destined for, and they were taken away for whatever reason. This happened to me, and that kind of life is not acceptable to me. I don't want it to be this way, but this appears to be the only way it can be, and the only way it will ever be. Life has just become to painful, and it's only going to get more painful as the years go on as I see her start a life with that other guy (someone who knew how I felt about her before he even started courting her, someone I thought was my friend) while I can do is watch with no hope of ever recovering because my chance has come and gone, never to repeat itself; and the only help I can hope for is for everyone to tell me contridictions of fact. I can't live this way, I'd rather feel nothing than to feel this way.