amjm
It's all I want, a little respect for my accomplishments. What have I done all my life? I've aced school, gotten a well paid job - a "white picket fence" lifestyle awaits at my fingertips.
Yet you don't believe that's worth anything. Then what is success to you? I'm satisfied.
It happens again and again.
The meet, the crush, the love, the fight, the fall, the loss, the cold shoulder.
Wash, rinse, repeat. They'll never come back, but there'll always be another to continue the pattern.