He never came

Perhaps it's for the best that we didn't meet up. What would I have done with someone who lives in New York? I've been through this enough times to pull myself away from it. It's just that I haven't met anyone like him in ages. I even walked all the way to the pier and seated myself there in hopes that he would arrive. But he didn't come. Only mr creepy showed up and I snapped at him... I don't like gossip of that sort. And my love never came. I went back home and sunk into depression. He still never came.

Perhaps I should go marry one of those Brazilian hunks instead...