The failure of first love does rip something from our core, never to be replaced. But we learn something of ourselves and life in the process, so it's not a complete and total end-of-the-world disaster. It just feels that way for awhile. How long depends on our intestinal fortitude. And by that I mean, the ability to consume copious amounts of alcohol without throwing up.
Author's note:
I wrote this in my early twenties, enough said.
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