As a Pisces, I feel like a Beta

I've come up with an analogy for being broken up with after a lengthy relationship. It's like being a beta fish. Yes, I feel like I've been a beta fish. Just hear me out. A few years ago, I was one of the many supposed "plenty of fish in the sea." As it happens, another considered me to be a "good catch" (and I couldn't agree more with him on that hee hee). He threw me a line, something to the effect of "you're cute, would you like to go out sometime?", and I was caught, hook, line, and sinker. I was scooped up out of the murky waters of singledom where the unknown looms around every coral reef and for almost 2 years lived very happily in a bubble. I was a beta fish in a fish bowl. Happy. Someone took care of me, made me feel safe, fed me, and every once in awhile appreciated my appearance, as any girl would agree is always nice. Everything was going just swimmingly and I fell in love for the first time ever in my 25 years of life. Well, you can just imagine my utter shock when one day completely out of the blue he wanted to turn me loose. And I found that in a maddening rush of water completely out of my control, my warm fish bowl had been dumped upside down. Gasping for air, the wind knocked out of me, and feavorishly trying to hold onto the bowl, the smooth sides left nothing to grab onto no matter how I tried. I was back out in the cold, deep, dark sea again. Now, trying desparately to make my way back to the warm playful water to meet up with other single friends again, this time quite a bit fewer then when I left as others have been scooped up themselves in the meantime, I'm weary of dodging a variety of shady bottom-dwelling characters. Sharks and eels and even occasional stingrays hidden just beneath the sand, I make every effort to pay close attention to those that might not be out for my best interest as a beta. Rejoined with the other fish in the sea, I'll be content with the faith that I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be at this very time of my life. Hanging out in the ocean, learning how to swim again, checking out the other fish, and beginning to realize that when it's time for me to meet a good catch, he'll swim by.

As for my previous swimming partner, I'm getting over being bitter. But I will admit that from time to time, I wouldn't mind if he had some bad sushi.