Who woulda thunk so much romantic advice from a dude's only club?
My story is a ditto of buster's. Over 35 years ago, I had a huge flame that burned for six months, then she dumped me and I crashed and burned in a different ways. I still remembering pestering God, begging that he would bring her back to me.
A few years later I married a lovely woman. I can honestly say that my love for my wife has grown every year for the the 35 plus years we've been married. Now, the few times I look back and think about the flame I lost, I almost always give a spontaneous prayer of fervant thanks that God ignored my youthful, pathetic pleas. He had a better plan.
Also, this helped. I locked by myself in my apartment for 3 days, drank beer and listened to Bobby Vinton records. Now, I'll guarantee that anyone,no matter how big a Vinton fan they might be, would overdose on the saccharin and bolt out into the world, ready to shake off the malaise and start walking with their head up. In other words embrace the grief so hard you can't stand it anymore.
Pax