As I watched a broken-hearted old man nurse a glass of whiskey, I thought to myself Your only consolation is you will probably fall in love again and you hope it is what you have always dreamed it would be this time. The lifelong companionship, butterflies and rainbows and drunken laughter in the golden glow of sunsets, the marvel of fingers fitting perfectly in each other's hand. Her hair, perfect to the touch, almost feels like it was woven in the first light of dawn over a loom filled with the perfect dreams of creation. Maybe, this will be the last time you listen to the heartbreak song you stumbled upon, a song the modern-day Olympian "Google" picked for you as it spied on your thoughts.