You're supposed to not waste your time and effort more on the guy who clearly has made it clear he doesn't want you. You're supposed to care less about those pretty guys on street, in a gym, in the bookstore, who don't even bother to take a look on you. You should, REALLY, I mean, really really ignore those guys who don't know how to value your existence, despite the fact that you might be damaged, broken, dark, mellow, and gloomy. They don't know the real you inside the thick armor you're wearing, or they're so BLIND that they don't even bother to make effort. They're shallow. They don't worth your time. It's their loss. Not yours. And honestly, they're responsible, in some part and in some way, for the way why you're damaged. They're not good for your soul.
Because, whether you admit it or not, life does go on. Life is too short for useless things like that. And you simply can't fix everything that goes wrong. One or two mistakes, maybe, but you just can't control everything. You can take it as a lesson, though, for life as we know it, has her ups and downs. So you fall now and then, once in a while, but it's okay.
You're doing okay, Ed. You're doing fine. Not great, but okay.
You're supposed to move on, Ed. Waiting for someone to watch your back is getting old, and he might never come. But so what? You have been living your 25 years without that kind of romance. Maybe less, though, yet you know you've been living boyfriend-less these past few years. You make it through every other day.
And you know what, Ed? The world right now could use someone good. Someone nice. Someone who really cares. Books. Food. Medicine. Anything. It's time to open your eyes wide, Ed. Start thinking really big.
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