If you love him
While knowing he loves her,
While knowing he'll never truly be yours,
Then, that's love.

If he loves her
Even if she's a broken mess
With emotional scars
That will never wear away,
That's also love.

That's the sad part about love,
You can choose who you wish to love.
You can choose who you wish to cry over
Or smile about for hours.

But so can he.