When faced with heart-aching realization that your unrequited affection is the result of being lost in a sea of admirers,
Take comfort in the knowledge that Beauty is fleeting, The beautiful rot like us all with time, and the shallow simply dry up,
but coming up the rear, are a bevvy of new beauty, younger & of greater worth than your
mind's eye could ever perceive an earlier love lost to be.
And if the crime was simply douchebaggery, know that assholes too become more harmless with the passage of time, blunted by the knowledge that being a douche is only as potent as its ability to shock and amaze.
It becomes mere obnoxiousness given years.
But per chance, your real problem is your own idealized, skewed perception;
Then take comfort, my brother, my sister,
for you too are growing with the years,
And perhaps life may make a mature adult of you yet.
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