Staying with someone who doesn’t love you because you love them.
Being okay with it because you think you have them, at least, but you don’t.
You have him or her but they’re not yours. You can touch them and pet them and feed them and kiss them but they’re not yours. All those things won’t make them yours. You know that quite well but you wish you didn’t.
For some reason, for love reasons, holding on seems a lot easier than letting go. You know you’re treading on a futile, wrong path, but you’re not stopping. You’re lost. You have to stop and turn back. You can’t find the right path if you don’t stop.
It’s hard. It’s hard to quit this unrequited love…