“Love is like a flame, it burns you when it’s hot/Love hurts/Ooh love hurts”
But IS it better to have loved than to have never loved at all?? We are seeking sorrowful (or sardonic, cynical or maybe just surprise) tales of love gone awry: whether it was romantic or platonic, whether it was being in love or falling out of love with something or somebody; whether it was being in love (or not) with something about yourself. Or maybe the twist came when something/somebody went from seeming like the worst to … the one??