Anyway... I wish, five years ago, I had known that this was waiting for me in my future. I bet the knowledge may have helped avoid that soul crushing hole of depression I tripped into. I might not have made such an ass of myself whining over my broken heart for so long. I might even have brushed myself off quickly, and accomplished something for myself in that first year.
It's hard to say. Maybe I needed to go through that hell. Maybe I needed to be broken down, so I could put myself back together stronger than before. Maybe that had to happen so I could experience something really good.
You're going to be alright. I love you, man.