So, tell me what heartbreak looks like for you?

At first, honestly, I’m happy as hell.
I tell myself, "She wasn’t even all that pretty."
She was a stress case, always something to deal with.
I convince myself I dodged a bullet, and I’m glad she’s gone.
I celebrate with my friends, laughing, saying, "I did it, and I didn’t even spend a single cent!"
I hit the gym like a madman, thinking, "This is my time to level up, to improve myself."

But then, it starts creeping in.
Every guy I see near her feels like a threat, and it tears me up inside.
Suddenly,...