I have, today, realised that there exist two kinds of feelings that are capable of heartbreak. One of them is when a door that you've never noticed before- despite the fact that it was always there- shuts forever. The other is when you tug at a door, for as hard and as long as possible, knowing all the while it will never open. Despite the fact that you want it to with all your heart.
I don't know which is worse. The one that could have been or the one that will never be.