It’s been a week since you last broke up with someone. Now that you’re single, it almost seems that every single song was written just for you. As you grab a Double Chocolate Frappe from McCafe, Demi Lovato’s ‘Give Your Heart A Break’ comes on. You exit. And enter the shopping mall. Somewhere, in one of the shops, you hear ‘Someone Like You’ by Adele. You’re so sick of all these sappy love songs but secretly, you actually enjoy it. Plus, how coincidental it must be that the latest episode of Drop Dead Diva that you watched featured Jane dealing with her heartbreak after getting dumped by Owen, her fiancee.

 

You miss being greeted with the ‘Good Morning’ and ‘Good Night’ text messages every single day (and night) from someone you used to care about. Sure, it was annoying as hell but it warms your heart to know that there’s actually someone out there who cares so much about you… in fact, so much that you happen to be the first and last person they think of each day. Now you just greet ‘Good Morning’ to the receptionist at your workplace, sadly.

 

You miss checking your cellphone every few minutes or so, just to see if there was a text message that you might have missed sent by someone special. And if there isn’t any, you miss getting frustrated for no apparent reason (you get a little cranky too) and you find yourself browsing your SMS inbox for those old and cheesy text messages that s/he sent yesterday, which by the way, made you smile like an idiot in the office but you don’t mind because you were in love. Now, you just keep checking your phone once in a while, only to be disappointed because there’s no new text messages from anyone.

 

You miss the way someone calls your name in an affectionate manner, in a tone that never fails to give you an adrenaline rush that you don’t mind hearing him/her calling for you all the time. Eg. “Ameeeeeeroooooool” in a mixture of high and low pitch that oozes so much sexiness.

 

You miss getting excited whenever your phone’s message tone rings, because you know that s/he just texted you. Or when Kylie’s Timebomb starts playing from your phone (because that’s my ringtone) because someone’s calling you and you rush to pick up your phone even if you’re in the middle of a family dinner.

 

You miss browsing through the underwear section in Robinsons’ just to purchase those sexy red undies, which probably gets him turned on… all the time. Now, you just visit the nearest HMV or Video Ezy store to stock on DVDs (I pick Bridget Jones’ Diary, if I were you. Comedy at its best.) that you can watch all by yourself (no pun intended) throughout the weekends, holding a tub of Cookie Dough ice-cream from Ben & Jerry’s. Yum.

 

You miss keeping yourself in shape in the hopes of achieving that toned body of yours because now that you’re single, there’s really no good reason for you to look good in front of anyone. Now, you just lay in bed the whole day, almost as if you’re hospitalized, feeling so god damn sorry for yourself.

 

You miss looking forward to the weekends, which you’d probably have planned something interesting with that special someone, say a picnic or even kite-flying and true enough, that’s what keeps you from going Manic every Mondays. Now, you just spend your weekends reading 50 Shades of Grey and getting sexually frustrated with yourself because there’s absolutely nothing that you can do about it.

 

You miss taking photos of him secretly whenever you were together that you can look back at when you’re having a bad day. Probably a photo of him/her asleep that you find to be irresistibly cute. S/he’d probably get pissed at you when s/he finds out but you don’t care because it’s almost impossible for them to be mad at you for long. Now, you just snap photos of your breakfast, lunch and dinners and post them to Instagram, feeling contented with yourself whenever you get one or two likes from a random stranger.

 

You miss lugging your DSLR with you whenever you go out just to camwhore, taking stupid, silly shots with that special someone. Now, you’re just lazy to bring it out whenever you meet your friends because it’s so heavy and not exactly worth the trouble. Plus, camwhoring by yourself gets so awkward and you can never get satisfied with your own self-shots because your camera probably hates you and you just can’t help but to feel that someone is missing from the picture.

 

You miss getting those couple seats every single time you watch a movie together because couple seats meant that you get a chance to snuggle and cuddle up with him during a movie. It gave you the opportunity to tell someone that you’re feeling cold (even though you’re not) just so he would take off his jacket and put it on you or better, he’d start wrapping his arms tightly around you, rubbing your shoulders before asking you, “Does that feel better?” Now you just keep getting those loner seats in cinemas, stuck in between two couples who are so touchy and desperately needs to get a room. Like hello, it’s a movie theatre, not a hotel room. Geez.

 

You miss creating song playlists that describes your feelings for someone special, occasionally quoting the lyrics from Katy Perry’s ‘Teenage Dream’ to your loved one. Now, you just create playlists filled with heart breaking songs ranging from Adele to Whitney Houston while playing Torn by Natalie Imbruglia on repeat.

 

You miss ordering buddy set meals from KFC because you were always so fickle and could never decide on what to order. Now, you just eat those instant Maggie noodles at home because no one decides the food for you anymore.

 

You miss underestimating the power of your imagination whenever you watch television shows such as One Tree Hill, in which you’d always imagine you and your partner onscreen as Nathan and Haley (with the latest ‘kissing in the rain’ scene on loop) or even as Kurt and Blaine, on Glee. Now, you just watch TV dramas for the sake of watching, because you just want to find out if Jane from Drop Dead Diva will ever get together with Grayson in the end.

 

But most of all, you just miss having someone special that you can call your own… and the idea of being in love. But you probably need to get over it, someday.