Two painful years I lived spectating and watching him be the dream man for another girl and I had no choice but to see the positive aspect of him not loving me, he was happier, his heart was with someone who understood him and knew him more than I ever could, can and will, he is the star I will never reach and always dream of owning, I'm in tremendous pain but at least he is happy and content with someone who isn't me and never will be me, I could never make him as happy as she does, they are the sun and moon, perfect for each other, and I'm just a star wishing to take her place, to be as important and beautiful as her, but I never will, I'm there in the background waiting for my turn knowing I will never get one oh how my heart beats for that man there is no pain greater than seeing them together and no reward as satisfying as seeing him happy, even if he loved me, a man as realist as him could never be with a girl like me, he wouldn't understand me nor my daydreams and false hopes, he would show me reality as it is and not how I see it, he could never truly appreciate me as what I am, what I do and say, the meanings of my words get lost in the trajectory towards his ears, my text has no meaning to his analysis and his hypothesis has no consideration for my connections to art, he is a single stream, and I'm a sea full of emotion and deep thinking, we could never be compatible as he feels too little and i, too much to bear.
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