What Happen to "what meant to be is meant to be?'

I am in love in 3 consecutive years with the same man.

I fell in love at the second time we met. 

When I saw him rushing toward his office, tall and slim, sleek like a wild cat. 

I can tell that he is a very smart guy the minute we started talking.

I saw the universe in his eyes. And that very moment, I know that I have given my heart to him.

He has become my sun, my moon, my star.

For 3 consecutive years, lots of people trying to convince me move on.

I couldn't. I just can't.

How can I leave my sun, my moon, my star?

They say, they feel sorry that I have been wasting my time waiting for him. 

That I deserve to be happy with someone else.

They said that I have pseudo happiness by pushing my dreams into my own version of reality.

Why do I have to say yes to them, by giving my heart for some people who will not even be by my side when I have my heart broken into pieces? 

Why do I have to suffer and have my heart be broken by someone who doesn't even understand what I have been through? Someone who won't even be there when I woke up in the middle of the night and soaking wet with tears streaming down my cheeks?
Just because my friend told me to?

What happen to "what meant to be is meant to be?" 

If they believe in destiny, in Allah's will, then why do I have to forget the love of my life?

And don't you dare say that I have wasted my beauty and my youth.

This is just a face. My face.

And I do not have a pretty face.