Ok, well since everyone is writing poems, here's a little sonnet.
Though love's intentions oft-times come to naught,
And broken hearts are sadly slow to mend,
Such internet connections can be fraught
With just such disappointments in the end.
"What's done is done," Will Shakespeare wisely wrote,
'Tis best to sorrow not about the past,
But let it rest, and best your thoughts devote
To better things, to plans as yet uncast,
Because the present is what's in our hands,
With which, with wisdom gained from past events,
We plan a better future, in whose strands
Lie hopes for happier moments and intents.
Cheer up; it's hard I know, but for the best.
Please smile, deep breath, arise and don't be stressed.