Things just simply didn't work out, and as much as I loved her, the ship has sailed. Now I can either jump in and swim after it and eventually drown myself in my useless efforts, or I can get back on the dock, dry myself off, and wait patiently for the next ship that's bound to come by.
Cute
The next ship is always coming in until the right one disembarks the one true love.
p.s. "cute" is one of my highest accolades.