Today I read a particularly profound passage that I'd like to share:

One of life's greatest regrets is when you clumsily try to open the door to love, only to realize that there is no one around who is capable of loving purely anymore. Finally reaching the point where your parents no longer interfere with your romantic freedom, you come to the realization that those you have loved seem to have had room in their hearts for someone else. It feels like a missed opportunity. I have not possessed anyone's youth, I am not someone's unforgettable evergreen tree. I am just a stretch of road.