This is just one of those critical life experiences, like how no one can truly appreciate eating in a restaurant until they’ve waited tables or manned the line back in the kitchen. You simply can’t appreciate love until it’s been taken from you against your will.
Getting dumped — I mean a big one, getting your heart ripped out of your chest — is sickly character building. Soul-aching loss, begging and pleading, total despondence, sudden destruction of personal identity… this stuff, after making you feel like walking into traffic, eventually makes you a stronger, more independent person that knows how delicate and deserving of attention love actually is. Even better, heartbreak is a sure-fire path to garnering a real sense of empathy for others in all matters of sadness and loss...