Realize that your heart is shattered. Count the pieces. Count every piece again and recognize the subtle shards, how each one permeated a centimeter of your soul. Measure the weight in memories. Recall the memories you fear you’ll forget. Write them down and burn the paper. Love them so much to accept their inevitable fall. Sweep the pieces under a bed or a desk, into the back of your subconscious.
Look at yourself in the mirror. Count all the beauty marks your lover missed.
Lie in your bed and listen to the song that symbolized your relationship with that person and cry. Count every tear until you get to one hundred. Look at yourself in the mirror again. Tell yourself you are still beautiful.
Play the victim until you annoy everyone around you including yourself. Then play a silent perpetrator. Secretly hate your lover and secretly know you’re in denial. You can’t see yourself without them. Replace the thoughts with ice cream and whiskey. Replace the ice cream and whiskey with hangovers and guilt. Substitute that with good friends.
Imagine burning every item your almost lover gave you. Imagine missing those items. Resolve to keep everything.
Realize that you, and only you, are the sum of your parts. The image you had of your love was/is beautiful, but only a beautiful ideal. And that ideal came from your beautiful mind;
you are beautiful.