I’ve found the following poem on the internet back in 99 or so and I memorized it since then. It has continuously helped move on numerous times. It says it all when dealing with a broken heart or other similar disappointments. Thanks to whomever wrote it!
I will not be love’s slave
and though i might weep I will not pine
life is made for better things than self made misery
and if I’m to sacrifice my self and fear not my fate
then the dance must be with light feet
to celebrate every new day
what has not been given cannot be promised nor will I have it in any other way.