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The Aftermath of Heartbreak

    

Heartbreak, (unfortunately or fortunately) is one of the most inescapable occurrences in our existence. It's something no one can deny having a share of. As long as you are reading this right now. You have suffered through heartbreak.

    

    And don't get it twisted my friends, I'm not saying majority of you have had your hearts broken by the male or female species. Heartbreak isn't just about: boy sees girl, boy likes girl, girl (from out of freaking nowhere) starts to like boy too, boy asks girl out, girl says yes, boy screws girl over, girl sits in her room, battling depression with chocolate icecream, or vice versa. Heartbreak, or rather the cause of heartbreak comes in different shapes and sizes people.

    

    Heartbreak can actually be cause of so many things; heartbreak could come from, a cartoon character, a cringy TV show, Lion King, most commonly a person or an animal.

    

    My parents never wanted me to get a dog "They poop and smell all the time" was my mom's argument, but the likes of my dad was literally cool with whatever, you could get a tattoo and as long as you didn't die, my dad was down for it, but then my mum was the absolute opposite but she's a mom so I don't know why I'd expect less, Back to my dog case, well I wanted this dog so bad and I pleaded with my mum to get just one tiny little puppy and I would love it with all of my heart and soul and if get me the puppy I'd take care of it myself and she would never have to see it poop and then finally, after a lot of begging I got my dog.

    

    I named him Bullet, Bullet was more or less thecoolestdoginthewholegalaxy, he was an amazing dog in every single way and I did take care of this dog as well, I fed it, walked it, potty trained it, and I loved it. That dog was by far living the best life.

    

    And here's the heartbreak, if you guessed it, here's your accolade, it ran away.

    

    I woke up one morning all peachy going to see Bullet, only to realise; Bullet wasn't there anymore, instantly I felt a peng in my chest, I searched the house and the whole neighborhood, Bullet was never freaking found, when I was done searching I simply went into my room and as expected balled my eyes out and ate ice cream. Bullet never ever came back and wherever my dog is, I hope he's finding love on a cruiseship with Italian poodles. 

    

    You see, Bullet was the cause of my first heartbreak.

    

    Heartbreak does not just come from people, heartbreak could even as well come from leaving your chips on fire, waiting to eat it, only to come out and find that they've gotten burnt. That as well is heartbreak 

    

     Heartbreak is an extreme feeling of sadness over an occurrence.
    

    And it's something we've all felt, whether you like it or not, in waves. But everyone talks about this. No one ever talks about what you happens after this crisis. 

    

    Today I will. 

    

    After Bullet had shattered the most of my fragile, child heart. I sat there looking blankly into the wall of my room for at least a day, not only did i realise my ice cream had melted during that, I also realised that as much as Bullet had hurt me, I couldn't just sit in my room for the rest of my life thinking about Bullet

    

    So I moved on 

    

    You're probably thinking "But Deola it's not that damn easy, you cannot just move on"

    

    Yeah I get it. I'm coming to the complicated part. 

    

    When you first get heartbroken. it's literal and by literal I mean you actually feel a huge peng in the left side of your chest and you can literally feel your eyes lighting up the waterworks. And some people during that period decide to make vows. "Never again will I fall in love", some would say "Never again will I ever talk to the male species again" but mine was  "Never ever ever will I get a pet again". This was my vow to the universe as I drank my melted ice cream. The dumb thing about all these vows, is that they are never kept. Cause at the end of the day you catch yourself breaking those vows. One way or the other. 

    

    The aftermath of your heartbreak is you feeling insecure, and having anxiety as a best friend, Heartbreak is basically just you being sad all of the damn time, although we do have the ones who break this trend and decide to be outright happy all of the time acting like your heartbreak had absolutely no effect on them, the truth is, if it really didn't hurt you enough for you to be extremely sad. It is not heartbreak in anyway. 

    

    After your heartbreak, you are left vulrenble and scarred, that's you going out to war (the world) bruised and battered and bleeding (heartbroken), and of course this is very scary, you are scared, you are in doubt, you start to ask yourself "How do i get through this?" "Any cheat codes for heartbreak?" and so you start to find the easiest way to get out of heartbreak, taking highs such as; drugs, sex, food, ice cream and etc. 

    

    Highs are stupid, cause all they do is force you to get over it, you are not to be forced. 

    

    Recognise your heartbreak, realise the cause and get over it. 

    

    But here's the tricky part, you have to. take. your. goddamn. time. Highs, they force you to get over heartbreak quickly, they screw over the healing process and jump straight into getting over your heartbreak. Instead avoid these highs and take as much time as you need. Never force your heart to get its pieces back together with a bit of duck tape and standard glue. Take your time and pull through it successfully.

    

    Make sure you're over your old job before getting a new one, ensure that you're done crying before you jump back into the dating scene, Cry a bit more before you get that new dog. 

    

    The truth is all you need is time. As much time as YOU need. 

    

    As I type this my new dog, Prince is right by my side, had him for two years now and he is no Bullet but he's just sort of, Prince.

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