And a broken heart

Mending your broken heart is apparently the most demanding thing ever. Two days into this mess, it's evident that this is going to take a while, that all this time self-love and self-respect took a vacation from the soul their place got rusty, and now it's going to take a lot of work to fit them back in. The thing that I don't quite get is, how do you get there? How do you surrender everything that you are to someone else and don't see or don't care of how hard it will hurt when they decide they don't give a crap any more? 

They say love is blind, and they are wrong. I cannot fathom falling in love with someone whose's value you don't see; I believe love is a choice, it's not just one you make right in front of the person when he shows up. Is a choice you make every day and it'about what is truly important to you. Love is about finding this one person who get's just this close to that ideal. What love is is blinding. Loving is like looking into the Sun: it can be so violently bright it hurts, it can be so mesmerizing you forget about everything else.

The question here is whether going blind for someone is worth it. Is it?