As said before, in LOVE, probably the most important thing is patience. But when love ends, real love, it leaves not only a burning forehead or a parching tongue or a heart high-sorrowful. Along with it, it takes away trust, faith, the power of reasoning, ability to believe. It leaves the mind confused, with full of questions which unknowingly or knowingly makes us succumb in pain. It doesn't matter how strong we may be but what remains is ashes, ashes of memories, it makes us react in anger, makes us question a lot of actions of our own. We don't think but react impulsively, we go to the extent of taking revenge by humiliating the person publicly. What happens in the end is, we become cold, stern, insensitive to each other and promise to not see the opposite's face ever again. We even start hating everything about him or her, every single thing related to it. We turn a deaf ear to them.
But somewhere later, when time slows down, like after the storm, when senses starts working, when we start thinking again, we start analyzing situations, we regret about not doing this or that, sometimes even with sternness and saying - "WHATEVER". We feel guilty inside and ultimately try to erase the moments. It's not about real or virtual love, it's about LOVE ACTUALLY. Whether it is really love. It pains and with time it vanishes, what remains is small small pieces of memory that we are unable to remove, may be somewhere we don't want to.
N.B. None of the above content is related to my own life or any personal experience. It's all that I've seen and learnt from others.