Some things will never be yours no matter how much you like them, and some things are destined to be given up no matter how much you linger on them. Love is a song that can never be finished in life.
There is a kind of love, which is obviously deep love, but the expression is imperfect. There is a kind of love that you know you want to give up, but you are not willing to leave just like that. There is a kind of love that knows that there is no way forward, but the heart can no longer take it back.