Love is like the lottery.
Sometimes you win some; sometimes you loose some. Some tickets may win you £5, others may be a jackpot, and the rest fall variously between. You don't know if it's a winning ticket when you buy it, but you had all your' hope in it from the beginning. Now hope; is the downfall. This expectation for the jackpot (the stereotypical perfect man), when in true fact many people are happy and satisfied with something 'worth' far less.
Chin up, what will your next ticket be?