I know, now, what it's like to love some one that you simply can't have. To be the guy in movies, standing outside in the rain with the bouquet of roses that seem like they've already started to wilt upon seeing the girl he loves with someone else. I wish I could be over him, but only so that I wouldn't have the feeling of missing something, but at the same time, I never want to *not* think of him.
"Mere jaise honge laakhon; koi bhi tujh saa nahi." There will be thousands like me; like you, there will be no other.