I’ve mulled this over, and have decided it’s true.
Having been disappointed in love more than once, my worst experience with disappointed love was several decades ago, in my very early twenties, at a time when I had no friends close by, nobody who was near me geographically. I had moved to a new city, in a different province, with someone whose love I thought would last. It didn’t. I had no friend and listen to me while I poured my heart out to her. I had nobody to go for coffee or a drink with. I had left everyone else behind when I moved. Long-distance calls had to be kept short and weren’t very comforting, and letters meant a long time waiting for a reply.
What I did find helpful, was writing in my diary. It was the next best thing to a friend. And not only that, I can revisit the pages and learn from whatever insights I had back then.
Have you ever been in need of a friend to help you get over a lost love?