Sometimes you see them coming, sometimes you don’t. Sometimes they’re meant to be, sometimes they’re not. Either way, breaking up is hard to do.
But, I think that I may have found a cure:
Seven friends, one viewing of Sex and the City 2, bowls of pasta followed by chocolate cake, and one or two good cuddles in bed with your mom. You’re allowed as many tears as you want as long as you put on makeup afterwards. And finally, remind yourself every thirty minutes or so that everything is just as it should be.
I promise, you’ll be better in no time.