You can pick up the pieces of your broken world of eternal happiness and you can learn from it and begin to rebuild what once was or you can stay broken and stop breathing...then die.
..to never smile for fear of frowning?
I wonder...do we even have the choice, to love or not to love?
Do we choose to fall in love or does love choose us?
Can one go about life, interacting with other people and never face the risk of falling in love?