Heroes and Nothingness

I should forget about it. The days of heroes are long gone. Of knights and princes, of noble men, of real men. Yes, of course there are probably exceptions to this but who am I fooling... I'm not the exception to any rule so I will probably not end up with an exception of a rule. But it's not even about that. It's not about boyfriends, it's not even about husbands and families and babies. It's about... ugh, it's gonna sound like a total cliche... it's about love. It's about the times when a man could just look at a women for hours, days, months, years, be in awe of her, love her from afar, being afraid and shy to touch her. He would simply think of her in the purest, most beautiful way possible, he would in a way worship her, get lost in her eyes, respect her enough to be honorable towards her.
And I'm stuck here between people who would never even look at each other with anything but contempt and hatred. And maybe I just wish someone loved me today. In that old fashioned type of way. As in being courted and wooed and given flowers and pretty words... But hey, who am I kidding? If that type of men did exist, they wouldn't be stuck here with me and my emptiness, my ridiculousness, my nothingness.