Three strikes is all we get, Right??

Close to a week ago I came into some bit of knowledge. A friend of mine sent me a text message. Seems some one that I cared for a great bit got married, has a baby on the way. Wow hes happy. Im still shocked. One day I will understand why I feel left behind. I cared about him I wont dare say I loved him. For he only months ago revealed to me that he had never stopped loving me. So yeah I think about him but I wonder about his marriage. Considering when I talked to him in October this girl was someone he had just met. I worry about my friends. But I wish him great happiness. At the age of 23 I have known love three times. Sadly enough they were in succession of each other. One my Junior/Senior years of high school. The one whom I never reveal the name to. The one that shall remain sacred and secret, forever locked in my heart. Then Toby just after I graduated lasting four years until July of 2004. Then James, with whom I am afraid my heart will reside even after he forgets my name. I am sadly very bad at the whole love thing. But I have known it. For my age I dare say I have seen too much of it. May never know it again. I got my three strikes, Im out.
Lets review:
Strike 1: Nameless
Strike 2: Toby
Strike 3: James
Yep that adds up to three. Thats all we get, right? Well if life wer like a baseball game, yes thats all we get. I dont know that I know anyone at my age that can truly say they have loved three times. Yet only one of them got all of me. Heart they all got. Soul, body, mind and spirit thats a different story. One got all. One got the heart, soul, mind and spirit. He still has it. But my body, that is reserved. It may well never be given away again. Love is the ultimate goal for me. I want to be loved fully. Though I may have run off the only person to ever really show me that love. One day maybe I will be up to bat again. But this time I wont allow the third strike. That heart break may just kill me.