Don't freaking talk about it anymore! Okay, then good. Then we're done talking, frankly. Look, it's just a girl, okay? I'm just texting with a friend. Why is it such a problem? Do you even have a modicum of an idea that... How many people say that?...
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Don't freaking talk about it anymore!
Okay, then good. Then we're done talking, frankly.
Look, it's just a girl, okay? I'm just texting with a friend. Why is it such a problem?
Do you even have a modicum of an idea that...
How many people say that?
Why are you texting a friend that I have never, ever heard of?
What, I can't make new friends?
I need your leave.
You serious?
Yes, I'm absolutely serious.
In fact, I couldn't be more serious.
I would love for you to go. I would love it.
Fine.
Okay, bye.
Thank you.
Hi there. Long time no speak.
Yeah, it's been a long time.
How have you been?
I've been good. Just working a whole lot.
But how about you? What have you been up to?
You know, doing the same thing. Just being me.
Well, good. I'm glad to hear that.
If you're not free, I would hate that. Are you?
Um, yeah.
I'll definitely make time for you.
Well, that's a great tonight.
Um, tonight actually is perfect.
Um, I've just got to do, you know, a couple things around the house.
Um, but tonight sounds wonderful.
Awesome. Can't wait.
Cool. Um, do you want to text me when you're on your way?
Yeah, you got it.
Okay, yeah. Talk to you soon.
Bye.
Okay, bye.
Hey, gorgeous.
How are you?
I'm doing all right.
Well, these are for you.
Thank you.
Oh, clever.
Thought you'd like it.
I know.
As you can see, I've made dinner.
Yeah, I can see that you worked really hard on it, too.
Yes, you know, slaving in the kitchen.
Thank you. Appreciate it.
Shall we?
Yes, yes. Dig in. It's quite the meal.
So, how's your brother doing?
Sister.
Yes, yeah. How's your sister doing?
She's, um, the one in, um, Philly, right?
Portland.
Uh, yeah. Boat piece. You know, boat piece.
So, how's she doing?
She's, she's good.
That's great.
But you, how have you been?
I, you know, just doing the writing thing.
This is really, it's really tasty.
Uh, are you, are you hungry?
Um, yeah. I could, I could eat.
Yeah, yeah. Go ahead. Have as much as you want. A little, yeah.
Uh.
No.
Um, I think I'm good with just this.
Okay, okay. That's fine. That's fine.
We don't really seem to be great at talking, so.
No.
No.
You know I like this belt.
Do you? I had no idea.
Oh, really? Smart.
Move this to the couch.
Yeah, let's, let's go. Now. Now.
Definitely now.
Too much.
If I remember right, that was the perfect size.
Oh, shut the fuck up.
Stop it.
Fuck off.
Discuss dinner, but you could be freaky like this. That don't make sense.
We all have our specialties.
Yeah, I guess.
I know you do.
As ready as one can be for these things.
I'm not mad at that.
Let me get this off you.
Okay, you ain't gotta tell me twice. All right. That's fine with me.
Can I help you?
Just admiring.
Apparently so.
If you pull out, wish me luck.
Oh, here we go.
Same thing you said about you.
Thank you.
You've got a big ass dick. That's ridiculous.
You know you like it.
I guess. Sorry, I'm just taking a cooler.
Okay, crazy. I'm not mad.
How do you want to do this, crazy?
Be back.
Okay, whatever you say.
Oh, you want a switch? Where do you want me now?
On your back. Lay down.
You want this?
Oh, so hurt.
By hearing you.
Oh, apparently so.
Now you know you're gonna have to go get me a rag, right?
Of course.
Okay.
Breakups. They can turn even the strongest, fiercest woman into heartbroken messes.
Yes, we put on our brave faces, but inside, we're crumbling.
Just like a poorly baked soufflé.
In the land of love, it seems that we're all master chefs of sadness.
The truth is, breakups are like losing a favorite pair of designer heels.
They leave you feeling empty, like something vital is missing from your life.
Your heart aches, your mind wanders, and worst of all, your confidence takes a nosedive.
It leaves you questioning everything you thought you knew about love. And yourself.
In times of heartache, we seek solace in the wisdom of others.
We scour self-help books, attempt to decipher the hidden messages between lyrics of sappy love songs,
and occasionally, find ourselves sitting cross-legged in a therapist's office, searching for some sort of clarity.
And yet, despite all the advice and support,
we find ourselves feeling inexplicably sad.
It's as if a dark cloud looms overhead, raining on our ever-stylish parade.
The pain is real, and even the thought of putting on a pair of killer heels loses its allure.
But here's the thing.
We must remember that, like any well-curated wardrobe, life is filled with seasons.
We have our highs, our lows, and everything in between.
Breakups are merely a part of the natural ebb and flow of love.
So my dear heartbroken friends,
as hard as it may be, we push through.
We channel our inner diva and remind ourselves that we're unstoppable forces of nature.
Because within the depths of our sadness lies the potential for growth,
for self-discovery, and for the possibility of finding a love that exceeds even our highest designer shoe standards.
And when we emerge from the fog of heartbreak,
we come out stronger, more resilient, ready to conquer the world.
Because just like the women strutting down Fifth Avenue,
our spirits are unbreakable,
and our hearts, even after a breakup,
still possess the capacity to love again.
So raise your cosmos and toast to the power of heartbreak.
It may leave us feeling sad,
but in that sadness, we find the courage to write our own love stories.
Ones that are even more fabulous than those we've dreamt of before.
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