But whichever form it took it brought with it, in those moments of bitter anguish, such a desperate surge of hope that it was almost untouchable, and flitted away like a golden butterfly into the bright blue sky - beautiful, unreachable and completely transistent.
I mean, at the end of the day, what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it can't be you?
At what point do you give up - decide enough is enough? There is only one answer really. Never.