“Me and you, and you and me. No mather how they toss the dice, it’s ment to be”

Untill the dice tosses up the break-up side. How ment to be was that?
As everybody seemed to be oh so happy with their one-a-week relationships, I never seemed to be the lucky one. Looking around I realised: love flies. Love flies from person to person, from country to country. And this year, was not my love year. It was not my financial year eigther. It was my year to find my peace and sort things out. Wether this is about my bra-drawer, or the step to my future job. Love comes and goes, but a job ain’t like a butterfly. How can people dedicate their entire life taking care of their loved ones, while they could have had a great job that gives them somethng other to think about then the discount on kids shoes and the vacum cleaner?
That must be one steady butterfly in their hearts....