"It was pain.
But it was a special kind: the sort that came with watching your best friend kiss the boy you'd spent the last three years loving on New Year's Eve.
It was the kind of pain you felt after discovering the girl you thought was The One had cheated on you.
It was the realisation that you didn't know a person as well as you thought you did; and finding that someone who knew all of your secrets was only a stranger.
It was the pain of your long term boyfriend coming home, setting aside the keys, and saying he 'just wasn't happy anymore'. It was him leaving, admitting that he'd been thinking about it for a long time - longer than you dared to ask. It was him saying sorry and not meaning it. It was you, being left behind.
This pain, it was soul-numbingly complex and yet one word described it all.
What was it? Oh. Yes.
Heartbreak.
Prolonged and agonising and cry-into-your-pillow heartbreak. The kind that kicked you to the floor and left you there."
—S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I'll never write
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