Visit the Facebook profile of the only person you've ever truly loved for the first time in months. I mean, they defriended you over a year ago but you can still see their pictures. Especially if they're even prettier and more successful than last time, and also if there's a new fella in half the snaps. Actually, the new fella has been dating her twice as long as I did, and his existence isn't what gave me a strange inner boiling/melting sensation just now. It's the contemplation of what we shared, what I've uniquely felt. And those horrible words she left ringing in my ears: "I hope I'm the best you'll ever have"...