I read the poem that says something like this. 

*I love you, but I don't want your life.
I'm happy with my overflowing love, 
And this old typewriter*

And I realized that, I'm kind of okay with this. Maybe I feel this way because I've never had anyone to love me back and I got used to it. But I'm happy irrespective of the reason. Because,

*My pain will never end and it's probably a good thing to get used to it* :')