"I've just met so many assholes; they all suck.  I guess I'm just a pessimist about it all."  She said, so nonchalantly, as if it was assumed to be small talk.  "I don't know.  I believe to some degree it's true: people do suck.  There's no way around it.  But, on the other hand, there are those few and far between that can (perhaps only partially) make up for the shittiness in life."  That's all he could say.  No more, no less...
    There's always some proverbial side to things and call me crazy, but I do believe in an idealistic love.  It doesn't matter how far fetched it seems: at some point, we are all loved.  Maybe not by those who they think love them, but they are all the same.
    Everything's complicated by the fact that people are so oblivious to the blatent obviousness of everything that they completely ignore what does exist and in so doing discourage the other quiet, forgotten half.  Everyone's so caught up in the people that, with time, will fade into insignificance and forget about the ones that truly matter.  You all know what I'm talking about: the jocks, the cocks, the D-bags, and the complete and utter narcisistic personalities are preferred over the sometimes sketchy, quiet, and insightful ones that are always there no matter what.  Through thick and thin, the love and the pain, it never fades.
    And to everyone (more than just the one person that thinks this is solely aimed at her) I just wanted to say that despite everything I've ever been through: whether I pissed you off, or you to me; whether you wanted to believe, didn't believe, or never took me seriously; whether I was willing to apologize or wanted you to do it first...I always meant it whenever I uttered those three words.
    Her only reply? "Maybe...just maybe, you're right.  In that case, I'm a realist."