It’s undoubtedly tragic when you find yourself in love with someone who loves some other fortunate soul. However, it is far worse to witness the latter not realising what they have. Like a tormenting blindness. It just seems to make that unrequited love just that tiny bit more bitter.
I used to be so naive to think that if I was beautiful all my problems would simply not exist. I can’t admit that i’m totally over that assumption, but I realise now beauty isn’t always an attribute that holds limitless potential.