Maybe I've seen too much. I have run out of excuses for unhappiness. Loss is the one concept that eludes my understanding. It occurs to me that without loss, there would be nothing "new" in my life.
Ray Cummings wrote, "Time is what keeps everything from happening at once," and it rang so very true that the quote is frequently attributed to Einstein.
Well, sir, loss is what makes room for new love.
Feel free to quote me when I'm gone. Maybe they will decide that someone wise came up with it.