My heartbreaks taught me that the times when I'd be at the offering end of pain will be the times that'll keep me up at certain 2:00 ams. They taught me that when fingers are pointed at you it's better to be silent than deeming someone's pain small and insignificant. They taught me that people aren't monsters but that won't keep them from driving satisfaction out of hurting you when they crave it. That the modern era has coined fancy excuses to hide behind and feel better about their wrongdoings. They've reduced love to definitions of chemistries and possibilities and whatnot. They taught me that anguish never turns you cold. And those who say it does are merely using it as a cover-up.
My heartbreaks taught me that my heart will always be big enough to wish to heal all the pain that exists in this world but my hands will be too small to hold them all and so I'll have to make some choices. Make preferences and choose some over everyone else. And sometimes, the same choices will feel trapped and want to break free and it's okay to let them because it's not your fault. And even if it kills you, It's okay to let them go for they were never yours to keep.
My heartbreaks taught me that I'm allowed to love people, to kiss them where it aches and live or die for them but I'm not allowed to save them.