Heartaches Are Weird.I remember last year at this time I was trying to get over this guy I had dated on and off for two years. Over the span of our relationship I'd really fallen for him, and he had lost interest in me after time. I remember thinking the agony would last forever, you know? I went through the whole "I'll never find anyone else for me" phase. I cried, I wrote letters that I never sent, I reminisced on all the good times we shared, and hated myself for all the things that went wrong. I thought I was hopeless. This is a complete cliche, but it's real.
I don't know when it happened exactly, but I got over him, and in a years time lots has happened. I started dating other guys, I gained my own sense of sexuality, I learned more about myself, I grew up, matured a little, I learned I didn't really want a relationship at this point in my life, I traveled to another country, I moved on.
In retrospect, it hurt. It punctured my pride, and I've had minor heart breaks since. (Even though I should totally be doing the heartbreaking, duh!). But they'll keep happening, and the weird thing is you get better at them. You evolve.
It sucks, but maybe in some warped way, like how death can be perceived as beautiful or something, it's worthwhile.