I spend every day after the break up eating ice cream and binge-watching soap operas that make me feel better about my current pathetic love life. One day, as I watch Days Of Our Lives and sob into my Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream, Bree comes walking into the living room and asks, "Lyrica, are you okay?" "I'm fine," I lie, speaking with a mouthful of ice cream and wiping away my tears, not tearing my eyes away from the TV. "I'm not buyin' it," Bree says, sitting down next to me.

  "What gave me away," I ask. "Well, first of all, you've been watching soap operas a lot lately," Bree replies. "You never watch soap operas! You hate soap operas! Second of all, this is your fourth day of eating nothing but ice cream. And lastly, you're still wearing the necklace that Chase gave you for your six month anniversary." I stare at her, wide-eyed, and try to keep from crying. She opens her arms. "Bring it in, sweetie," she says. "We need to mend that broken heart of yours."

  I can no longer hold it in at this point. I hug Bree tightly and start crying and balling obnoxiously loud. "Let it all out," Bree says. "It's okay." I do. I let it all out. "I can't believe we broke up," I sob. "I can't believe I broke up with him! I'm such an idiot!" I grab a pillow and hit my face with it multiple times yelling, "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! I'm so stupid!" "To be fair, though, he did make you feel like you shouldn't have saved that man," Bree says. I start to feel angry, "He did!" "But you would have almost died if it wasn't for him," Bree adds.

  "You're right," I sob. "I'm so pathetic! I feel like like I'm never gonna be happy again!" Bree groans, "Ugh! I feel like I'm living in a soap opera!" She pulls away from the hug, puts her hands on my shoulders, and looks straight into my eyes. "Look," she says. "I know that you're still in love with Chase, and I know for a fact that he's still in love with you. You both are just too stubborn to admit it." I know this is true. I'm still in love with Chase, but I'll have to find out for myself if he is still in love with me.

  I suddenly become curious and ask Bree, "So, is Chase doing okay, or is he taking this the way I am?" Bree scoffs, "Oh honey! He's taking this way worse than you are! Trust me on that." "He is," I ask. "Absolutely," Bree replies. "He's a complete wreck! He eats and drinks only the amount he needs to survive, and all he does during his free time is read a book titled, Understanding Love as his tears stain the pages!" I suddenly become sad at this. I feel bad for Chase. I am still in love with him, and he is obviously still in love with me, but I can't forget about my pride. It looks like there is only one thing I can do to keep my sanity with this break up: Deal with it.