Breakups. It’s like you managed to tune out the heart break all around you until it punches you in the gut. Suddenly you turn on the radio and every song from Taylor Swift (obviously) to Fetty Wap (maybe not) remind you of your failed relationship. James Bay may be telling you to let it go but you still find yourself staring at old pictures, hesitating to throw out that birthday card they gave you a year ago, or mail back that sweater that has been collecting dust in your closet. So pour yourself a glass of lemonade and lets talk for a minute.
Every year, the dreaded conversation hearts and cinnamon hearts begin appearing in the Bulk Barns around the city. I mean—I just want to enjoy candy without the hidden meaning behind it goddammit.
Now—ignore the cheesy title and take this as some of the experience I’ve learned over the years, as opposed to actual advice.