With her back against the wall she watched
as all the other girls danced under the stars.
"Not all are meant to shine, my dear." Someone whispered in her ear.
"Some people are meant to watch others spark and come alive,
and wish that they too had the courage to step unto the light."

The problem was not that she craved for something extraordinary,
Or that she vowed not to settle for anything other than deep, intense, and all consuming
No, the problem was that the kind of love she longed for
is so unreachable to her outstretched fingertips