She stopped texting me after we broke up.

A simple

“ Hey, are ya doing okay?”

“ Have a good day!”

Was always left on dreaded read.

Even my phoone screen seemed to stop illuminating my dark room at night.

My friend Jason simply stopped by every day to check in on me, and Im grateful . . . But not so grateful for his mood swings.

“ Dont break someones heart. They only have one of those,” Jason paused, his eyes gleamed as he aimed his cunning smile on my ex’s instagram photo.

“ break their _bones_! They got 206 of those fuckers.”

I gave him a look of irritation, I wanted to scream.