I wish my first breakup was like that. My first real breakup was me deciding I had the balls to stand up for myself and break the cycle of control and emotional abuse my ex had been putting me through for nearly a year and a half, but still feeling empty when I lost her, kinda sat there and autopiloted for the next few weeks, dwelling on how happy she made me in the beginning, and realizing I should've cut her off the moment the abuse started.
On a happier note, do you take fan mail???
