Does wishes ever come true?

Was happiness suppose to be pursued or left to pursue? Was it ever mine to take? Was happiness ever mine at all? Everyday I sit down to wonder, how long will take to find my happiness. If I've found my happiness, will it ever stay mine? Sure I've got nearly everything I wanted...emphasize on the nearly. But still some things are not mine to take or even dream off. Am I really going again the rules by dreaming? of you? I never wanted to know every intimate detail, down to the bottom of the truth. It hurts, so deeply. I will stop now. Stop chasing that impossible dream of mine. That ignorant unstoppable haunting.... I want you ever so badly, unfortunately I know you well enough to know that you will never be mine.