He broke up with me two weeks after saying he loved me for the first time. It was a 30 second phone call, and he hung up before I even had the chance to process what he had said.
I texted my best friend, and she immediately left her house to grab wine and pizza- and, in the meantime, also told my mom to call and talk to me until she could get there.
Then we watched Drunk History, and trash-talked guys, for the rest of the evening. By the end, I was dying laughing and had forgotten that I was even sad to begin with.
And suddenly, from such a crappy day, I learned something; Everybody needs love, but sometimes it comes in a different form than what you thought you needed. And that's okay, too.
Because love, in all forms, is pretty dang awesome.