I'd just like to clarify that I'm not just talking out of my ass on this. When I was 17, I was 100% in love with a girl. Her name was Liz. One day, I go to her Myspace page, andout of nowhere I am no longer the number one on her top 8. Instead, I was replaced by a guy who attempted to rape her just a year earlier. I will never forget the feeling in the following few seconds. I never felt so crushed, so devastated, so betrayed, so used, or so sad. The feeling would not go away. I became obsessed with needing to know why (looking back at it now I realize it was because I was just a total pussy). I couldn't let it go. The feeling of emptiness and depression would not go away. It eventually started trickling into other facets of my life. I repeatedly had thoughts about dying. I never contemplated suicide as that would ruin my parents life, but I regularly had thoughts about how dying wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. I went on anti-depressants and begain drinking pretty heavily.
After about 2.5-3 years of this negativity, which all stemmed from this girl, I finally started getting, for lack of a better phrase, back to normal. I finally realized around the age of 23, when I really started learning about being an adult and future planning, that I had to ditch the acts. Every girl I've ever tried to be with resulted in me faking at least one element of the relationship. I was patient, turned down several girls, and was turned down by even more, but I finally found the perfect match for me (as far as I've ever been able to tell) just being myself. I had a couple of one nighters and a few multiple nighters, but nothing serious for a about 4 years. The whole time I was actively searching for a long term partner, but didn't mind the practicing with other girls who understood that it wasn't anything serious. I also learned that I was young. At the age of 17, I would have argued until I was blue in the face that I loved that girl, but looking back at it, I was 17. I didn't even know what love really was at that point. Liz and I are still good friends. I mean, it's not like we regularly talk or anything like that, but whenever I happen to bump into her in the grocery store, we catch up for a good 15 minutes like nothing bad ever happened between us.
Sorry, I feel like I am starting to ramble. I guess what I'm trying to say is, life will suck pretty hard at times. You can plan and take all the precautions you want, but sooner or later you are going to get shit on. Whether a girl tears your heart out, you break your spine, someone in your family dies unexpectedly, you become financially unstable, etc... something in life is going to drag you down. Just keep on keeping on. I know it's cliche, but life is too short. What happens happens. No sense on dwelling on things you can no longer control. Girl falls out of love with you... just keep loving yourself.
I'm going to leave you with the following quote;
You only get a few dozen trips. The probabilty of you coming into existance was so incomprehensibly small, that you really should never get wrapped up in stuff like a girl leaving you. Just being alive is enough to overcome any shit life throws at your fan. Sure it will hurt. Let a good cry out and move on as painful as it may be, initially. I had to break all contact with Liz for over a year. It sucked, but you know what? It worked.