The thing you don’t want to do while in the waiting area of the service department of the shiny, sleek, upscale new Jaguar/Land Rover dealership is cry. It’s not cool – or sophisticated –or mature – or attractive in the least. I could blame the red, runny nose and watery eyes on a recent bought of bronchitis, but it is best to avoid activating the waterworks all together, so Idecided not to begin writing about my broken heart in a public setting. Instead, I will wait until I get home, where I can write and weep alone. Besides, there isn’t much empathy for the owner ofa luxury vehicle – poor little rich girl and all…I will say though, that it is a witness to the fact that money can’t buy you love. Maybe a nice wardrobe, and good teeth, but not love. So how do you live without true, romantic love?How do you recover from love loss? It has been almost two years since my fiancé and I parted ways. I never used to believe …