Fuck X.
I think romance is typing your biggest heartache into a search engine’s search bar, when it doesn’t seem like your immediate surroundings would be able to offer any consolation, then landing on a blog or a forum post dated 15 years ago, with 1 or 2 likes, which for some reason is everything you need to hear at the moment to feel ok again.
It never ceases to amaze me: how the internet has preserved a stranger’s heartache so it crosses time and space to reach us in a time we feel most alone to remind us we never truly were.