I lived with the torture, and the pain.

I lived with the heartbreak, and it nearly drove me insane.

I dealt with his presence; I was tempted to hold him.

I was tempted to kiss him, to love him, and claim him as my own.

Fate is cruel, undying ruler that keeps me on my path.

It kept me from him; it pushed me away, and dangled him in front of my eyes.

He was unattainable, unreachable, and unlovable by me; all because race had to stop me.

I loved him, he cared not for me.

I smile now for the tears have dried, the pain ended, and heartbreak stopped.

He was my drug, my love, and my passion. However, my love remained unrequited.

I smile now, because even though he wasn’t my true love, I’m comforted to know I’ll find one in the mist.