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We all live on a silent island. It’s freezing and I shut the windows, but I’m still unequivocally cold. When I feel cold, I hear the reverberating sound of a maternal voice telling me to “put on a sweater”. I don’t even own a sweater.

The mornings are challenging. Someone throwing an iced bucket of pain on my face, and I’m instantly wide awake unable to think about anything except the things I’d soon forget. My mind grasps for a resting spot where I can watch those other memories storm by.

This morning’s restful spot was about how my friend recently said that what I’m feeling “is human”. If being human is what this is, natural selection is a cruel beast. Yet, it’s comforting to think that my genes are controlling me more than my irrational free will.

What is the evolutionary advantage to heartbreak? Does it make sure that we learn to not take love for granted? Does it force us to relentlessly pursue someone who’s not in our best interest? Does it make us hyper-sensitive to the relationships that are undoubtedly meaningful?