I’m in love. With someone I can never really be with, whom had always shown me affection and was never shy about her feelings for me, but I think I always refus

I’m in love. With someone I can never really be with, whom had always shown me affection and was never shy about her feelings for me, but I think I always refused to accept I was in love until she started seeing someone new. I’m not jealous, more like heartbroken. It’s one less person in the world that will love me now, and those kinds of people are in short supply.