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Heartbreaks just aren’t what they used to be

There are no Jane Austen moments anymore. There are no great scenes on the steps of a mansion, eyes following each other across the ballroom, love letters drenched in teardrops. Hearts are now broken over the phone, in a message on Facebook. We have even lost the right to a grand parting, a woeful farewell. Heartbreak has definitely lost its charm.

People now can no longer console themselves and say: “We are no longer together but our last moments were the stuff of 19th Century literature” (that later on gets adapted into a movie starring Kate Winslet and Hugh Grant). Jane Austen will not bother to write about our misfortunes of the heart. “It’s not bad, but not exactly Pride and Prejudice” she would say. I highly doubt that Mr. Darcy would think much of it.

So now, not only do we get our hearts broken, we also never get the satisfaction of it being worthy of fancy British settings.

“If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.” That Emma took the words right out of my mouth. Our words are very quote-worthy nowadays. The it’s-not-you-it’s-me, mixed with the occasional I-can’t-do-this-anymore are sure to be anthologized in the near future.

I daresay I will try to stay out of love because having one’s heart broken is just not what it used to be anymore.

Jane Austen, what have you done to me!