The greatest tragedy is a man who has loved but not known,
The greatest shame lies in the one who has not loved at all.

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It’s hard to imagine that you’re not mine,
It’s harder to think that you might never be,
It’s painful to know what we might have been,
But it’s impossible to explain what has not been seen.

It hurts me to know that we might never wake up,
Sided by side,
Never walk hand in hand