An Immeasurable Desire for an Unreachable Subject

It's a situation as old as situations themselves,

A scene of which many find themselves, in where I have unwittingly found front and center stage, them realized heels dug to the floorboards, secure as the nails binding the whole thing itself.

To want something that is simply not to be wanted,

Of which many collections of such there are.

For some this is a position in which they do not have the justification to have. 

For others, it is of a love born of improper situation. To love in the situation would be to be in the wrong, regardless of the desire of the self. 

For me, it is the second.

To love someone so dearly but to know enormously that it cannot not be expressed wholeheartedly.

Many have felt this way. 

Should this be a comfort?

To know that others have suffered?