Perfect, except not

I've seen a meme, of sorts, in the news lately, of middle-aged men committing suicide of 'despair', presumably thinking their lives are pointless/worthless (or both). I can relate with the scenario, sometimes, when I see cuties like the guy an hour or so ago, next to my table in the pub, lovely, evidently bright, looking after his little sister (while his parents ignore him, largely). Perfection, for me - except that he will never be mine. And he's gone anyway. Life's shit, expect when it's really shit.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B