Ted leaned out over the balcony. It was a cool summer night and the man had nothing but a cigar and a pukey magazine. What a night.
His hopes, his dreams, his obsessive belief that he would find 'The One'... they were dying.
It was hard. He couldn't just keep this stupid game up. Destiny wasn't something he could keep chasing if it wasn't for him. At least not the destiny to fall in love, get married, and live happily ever after. Maybe his destiny was to just be lonely.
He just couldn't keep on believing.