It hurts. 

It hurts to know that you moved on so quickly. 

And I know that someday, I'll find someone better, and this will all be in the past. And it won't hurt so much. 

But for now, I will sit in this bathroom stall and cry for everything we had, and everything I lost when I lost you. 

I will let my heart break freely, feel the pieces scatter like dandelion seeds. But they will not go to waste. They'll bury themselves in the ground, and grow into beautiful flowers. Stronger, wiser, happier. More alive. And then, when they are ready, I will snip them up and put them in a bouquet on my kitchen table.

When the next boy comes along, I will offer him my bouquet. I won't be afraid. Because I am titanium, and no one can crush me.