I'm so sick of having bad luck with timing. You meet someone, you hit it off, you know there's a spark but ... it can't go anywhere because she's already with someone she loves and that's that.
And I absolutely respect that. Jealous as I am, I'm sure he's a good man since she says he is and she's had bad before him, so I wish them the best.
But I feel like shouting from the rooftops with the frustration of this kind of thing happening to me, which it has many times in my life. Don't get me wrong, I had someone special for a long time, I've had my share of happiness, but a little more wouldn't hurt.
The worst of it though, is life fucking with me. She and I spent a short very special time together recently (no, not like that!) but are very unlikely to see each other again, maybe ever, and what does life do to me today? Puts photos of her taken by a mutual friend, a professional photographer, right at the top of my Facebook news feed, so I can't avoid seeing her face, which is beautiful enough, in a fantastic photo (damn his talent!)
And my heart has one of those ... moments.
For a short time I've fallen a little in love with a woman I will probably never have the chance to be with. And while I'm waiting for time to pass to let the glow of these feelings for her fade, life goes and waves her photo at me, saying, "Look, here she is! Isn't she lovely?"
Just once, I'd like to meet them while they're single? It's not even as if I had the chance and blew it.
Ok, vent over. One day I'll blog something positive to cheer you all up.