Pssst.  Hey, you.  Red.  Yeah, you.

You'll think it's the end of the world, each time it happens.

It will happen a lot.

There will be people who tell you to buck up, look on the bright side.

They'll tell you he was a jerk, that you're better off without him. 

They'll be right.

There will be fishing experts, they will tell you the sea is full of fish, or as Kevin Kline would say "si plein des poissons."

They'll be right, too, but don't listen.  Not to one single peep.  Here's why.

That pain you're feeling, it hurts.  It sucks, truth be told.  But you can feel it.  It's tangible.  It's nails on the chalkboard of your heart and soul.

Of course you hate feeling it.  And I'd be lying if I said you'll ever get used to feeling it.

But there's a solace in it, and I'm not talking about getting in touch with your inner masochist.

The solace comes into play when you realize, and you will, that because you can feel the pain, you must be able to feel the elation as well.  The joy.  The absolute happiness that will wash over you. 

Along with all those fish, when the time comes...