The first time it’s over, your stomach drops all the way out of your body. The first time it’s over, you think you might be dying. The first time it’s over, you learn the universal language of heartbreak. You suspect you’re the first person to truly feel this way until the knowing glances and second-hand crying and 3 a.m. commiseration indicate otherwise. You wallow. You cry. You change. You’re in the club forever.
Losing love is the cost of love itself and it’s expensive as hell. The only reprieves are that so many have paid the same price and that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger according to Kanye (or was it Nietzsche?).
If you’re lucky enough to go through it more than once or be there while your friends do, you’ll know the all-too-familiar post-breakup journey from denial to acceptance. Its predictability might be depressing if it wasn’t also kind of comforting.
Welcome to Breakup Land.
Guide designed by Emily Zirimis.
