I used to watch those love movies and think to myself - that's so cheesy. Now, I dread those love movies, for I know my life will never be like that. As much as I yearn, as I crave, I know that a romantic experience is probably not one I will experience.

Am I settling, or am I compromising?
Will I live a life of regrets?
Do I live, just for those few moments of happiness?
What happens if one day, I never escape.
What happens if one day, I fail to convince myself.
What happens if one day, those moments of happiness disappear.

So, am I settling, or am I compromising?