There is, however…

There is, however, another kind of love, a much darker and sadder kind of love.

It’s the love one feels when one loves someone he or she can never and will never have.

It’s the kind of love that doesn’t signal the beginning of something beautiful, but rather the end of something that might have been beautiful, but will never amount to anything more than what it is.

 

Sad sad sad.

But if it’s for the best, Thy will be done.