Oh woe is love...

The grass (or ass) that looked greener over there across the street, turns out not to be so terrific and also riddled with shit. Lo and behold: Harsh reality. So if you have something special and can't even acknowledge it's special, then you just deserve shit on a lawn. Nonetheless, you (being the grateful faithful one) stick by their side because you love them and are determined to make things right. Unfortunately like the ungrateful piece of shit they are, they give up on the relationship and leave you. So finally after trying to fight and salvage the relationship you figure, okay, f**k it and you LET IT GO. No more questions asked, no requests for closure. You move on. You don’t call. You don’t text. Just like they probably requested you to do. And you just relegate them to mere aquaintancedom. Basically, they're dead to you for all intents and purposes. Not that you ever wanted that to begin with and truly deep down you will always (unfortunately) love them. But anyway, we're getting sidetracked here! So they go back on match and eharmony, whatever the fuck they do to get back into the dating game. They date, have a few flings here and there, whore it up and screw a few people (go ahead I don't want your sloppy used ass back anyway), etc, all that hullabaloo, and so on. Then when all the good time girls are gone, when the party is over, when they sober up, they find themselves – all alone. Oh what a surprise! It's not like you weren't a cocky asshole to begin with (you're lucky I put up with your unreliable ass). The harsh sober reality that there is no one who really, truly gives a rats ass about them like you surprisingly did and that no one else will ever replace that, is too much for them to handle. No one cares when they are sick, except their mom. I mean, of course, they're your parents. So she makes their favorite meal, goes out shopping for the rest of the day and calls to ask if they could please walk the dogs as soon as they feel better. Any siblings are married with kids by now, they have no time for their petty problems. No one really does. Their best friends are now either married or getting married. Or living their own life, busy with their own problems. The nights out on the town just aren’t that fun anymore. That last chick they took out to dinner got wasted, fell flat on her face and they had to carry her out of there, then she puked all over their car they had just washed. It’s not a pretty picture and they kind of just want to go home alone now, but they feel stuck. Meanwhile, they decide to check up on you (even just out of pure curiosity) and see you're moving on with your life. The shallow plastic trench of being single in the big city starts to feel like an inescapable prison of sickening debauchery and gut wrenching loneliness verging on several types of addictions, afflictions and contradictions they really don't want to contend with. Their life sucks; they're a mess. But they're so cocky they can't admit they miss you and want to give it another shot because they have finally realized they did have something special and it is worth fighting for. Slowly but surely their mind wanders back to those wonderful days before all the fights started happening and all the unnecessary bullshit took place, and they long for the familiarity of your embrace. That sweet nostalgic incomparable love that nothing could replace. That surety, that comfort, that security.. The unconditional love that you gave them even when they didn't treat you the greatest and how you always saw the best in them and believed in them even when all hope seemed lost. And you persevered and remained loyal and faithful. But they threw it away like an ignorant fool that doesn't know what he has until he's lost it. The gap that happened when they wanted space and you provided them with it, because you could provide that and anything else they required, is still there like a gaping hole. And filling it with other people only starved off the self inflicted pain of not having you in their life. So here they come after being slapped with reality and realizing things, back for a second helping, and in a lot of cases bearing a ring to show their true sincerity. But it's too bad cause you're already so far gone.