My favorite breakup is the one that taught me more than our brief time in alignment. I’d put on my “list” that I’m looking for a partner to reflect my experience — someone who cared about me deeply enough that who I am affects her. The part of myself I don’t love soon did. She told me about it, and I cratered. But I didn’t quite understand.
It affected me enough that I learned from it. And I stopped mourning her loss as my ego receded. Now I can say, “So that might have been love. I’ll know it better next time.”