Can Blind Eyes See Clearly?

When you love but it goes to waste. Or does it?

I am reality blind.

The wind blows through my hair.

The sun shines on my face.

The feeling is peaceful,

it is magnificent.

No one else gets to come in.

You brought here here,

to this place.

I feel so much,

but will never see,

because in reality,

no matter how I see, 

you don't belong to me.