What do I do with all the love I had nowhere left to put?

This is what Mirabai understood that most people don't: love is energy. It doesn't disappear just because the person does. It needs somewhere to go, or it turns into bitterness, or it chains you to someone who's already left. Start small. Put some of that love toward yourself—the version of you that's been hurt. That needs witnessing. Needs tenderness. Not in a toxic self-care way, but genuinely: what do you need right now that you've been refusing yourself? Some of it might go toward other people in your life who've been waiting for your attention. Friends who held you. Family who showed up. Let them matter more for a while. But here's what Mirabai found: some of that love can go toward what moves you. Art, music, justice, beauty, understanding yourself better. Devotion doesn't require a person. It requires something that feels true and bigger than your small grief. The worst thing heartbreak can do is convince you that love was wasted because it wasn't returned. It wasn't wasted. You learned what you're capable of feeling. That's sacred. Now redirect it—toward growth, toward people who show up, toward something that makes you feel alive again. The love doesn't disappear. It transforms.