Island hopping

I just found out that a girl I used to be madly in love with is engaged.
Good for her.
It's nice to know that some people are actually moving on with their lives.
This was a baseless, innocent puppy love thing.

Interestingly enough, she is one of the very few girls I have ever fallen for that is a "nice girl."
She isn't completely crazy, doesn't have horrible morals, and loves to read. She never had that sort of raise the blood to boiling level of spiritual and pheromonal attraction, she just spoke to me on a level that I had never been spoken to.
She's a hardcore Christian, and all of these other things that I don't go for anymore.

And yet, there is still that twinge of sadness that comes from knowing she is getting married to another man.
I'm not jealous, I'm not depressed, and I have no desire to get in the way and try to stake my claim before it's too late, but there is something nagging at me.

There was a time in which we sailed the open seas in the same convoy, and as time passed we all furled our sails and struck off in different directions. She has found an Island to make her home on, while I have become a pirate. I loot and plunder, and have no place of my own. I am ruled by the passions of the sea, and buffeted about.
I don't know which I would rather be. Perhaps I can find a pirate who will sail with me...

That always turns into one of us(usually me) getting robbed blind and betrayed to an enemy.