The definitive guide to heartbreak

I’ve been there. And now I’m here to help you

I know: I don’t know what you’re going through. I don’t know the sound of his voice down a lonely telephone line, the way his eyes glow in the autumn gloom, the shape of his thumb on the nape of your neck, or the way he kisses you like you’re made of glass. I don’t know what his arm feels like around your waist, the electricity you feel when he reaches for you in the dark, or the way his name sounds in your mouth. Your grief is fractural, unique, written in lines of a language only you speak…