Once I read something that said

"There is no time I feel more alive than when my heart is breaking."

I never really thought about it until then, but that sentence made me realize how in the past few years I've learned to welcome pain, especially the one brought by heartbreaks, and rely on it as one of the very few emotions that made me feel alive.

Anyone else experienced this? My roommate thought I was crazy when I tried to explain this to her.