I often find people coming to me in times of heartbreak for support and comfort.
I usually supply both with two glasses and a bottle of Sake.
However, I observed something that was consistent throughout all their lamentations: They truly believed that this was the "last time". They believed that this person was the only one that would love them for the rest of their life, and in their separation, they could only assume that this was it; this was the last time they would love. Yet throughout the weeks and sometimes months of anguish, I would always remind them with a question my mother asked me after my five year breakup with someone I was very much in love with:
"Drew...do you honestly believe that she will be the last woman to love you?"
What a saint.
It's a simple reminder of the eventual reality. We will be heartbroken, and we will suffer, and RIGHTLY SO! For if Love was such a trifle of a thing where we could recover from the greatest euphoria in ONE DAY, it wouldn't be so sacred.
And if love is anything...it is sacred.
If you're heartbroken, drink in your sadness and appreciate it. This will pass, and you, my friend, will fall in love again. And again. And again.
Until then, just do what I do in those rare situations...if you gotta weep, go cry in the shower so you can tell yourself that they're not real tears, they're just water and you're still a man and you're fucking awesome and why the hell did you buy this body wash it smells like coconut and you hate coconut and you're going to get hammered at your friend Chris's house and then go to the bars and-....*trails off*