A day in the life of the broken-hearted (on...well, heartbreak)
You've just come back from a run. You're always in a great mood after a run. Most times after you run, you spend an equal amount of time dancing in the mirror and admiring your body. You've lost some weight, but it pleases you. You like how you look as your body moves in the mirror. Another song starts playing and you sense from the lyrics that it's about someone who had just left a relationship. But it's a happy song. A song about accepting that it's life, and moving on. You find it relatable at first, and then you get this weird pang in your chest. You had spent the earlier part of the morning thinking about your recent encounter with the guy you've been spending a lot of time with. You find him very attractive, and extremely funny (and this is saying something considering you only communicate in French and you are still getting a hang of the language). The one you had tried to have sex with and found out rather disappointedly that you weren't one of ...