Drop me off at that empty gas station

The love of my life chose someone else. And that's ok, as long as he's happy. I was being too hopeful anyway. It just feels kinda like being dropped off at an abandoned gas station in the middle of nowhere. There are no road signs in sight, and it doesn't matter which direction you go because you don't know which is the right way.

So what am I to do now? Well, yeah, keep going on with life. But how am I going to fill that void? After all, now I'm all alone again (Kind of reminds me of Eponine's song in Les Mis, for those who know Broadway. Funny thing, I was Eponine.). As this melancholy settles inside me and makes itself comfortable, I guess I'm going back to waiting again ... waiting for something better to happen, something to take my breath away ... anything. Nothing significantly positive has happened to me for a long time now. I am trying to figure out how I can turn it around.