"You see, the worst way to miss someone is to have them sit right next to you, and then finally realise that they’ll never be yours. That one person that you’ll do anything for will never be able to see exactly how much you love them. And that, right there, that is true pain. That is what tears us apart each and every day. We get up in the morning and our first thoughts are about that one person. And yeah, that makes us happy. But then we begin to realise that they are not, nor will they ever be ours. And it is that realisation, that sudden ache we feel in our chest, that pulls us into a well of depression. And I’ll tell you this now: it is a hell of a lot easier to stay out of that well all together, than to have to pull yourself out of it, alone."

— Unknown