We are good looking. We are young, too young to be thinking long term. At least that's what the elders tell us. They also say that when you know, you know. Like what? Let me just tell you. I am that girl -- the one that goes on a first date and thinks, "OK, could this be long term?" or, "What does this guy want for his future?" or my favorite, "I wonder what his family is like?"

I have never been the girl to just talk to a bunch of guys at once which, I guess, is weird being in college. When I finally hit that stage of giving zero you-know-what's, I decided I was going to do me. For those of you who don't know what that means, it means you don't do anything that doesn't make you 100 percent happy and don't exactly care what people think.

I decided to go out with my girlfriends and dance and not try to talk to anyone. This lasted about a week and that was when we met...like really? The irony! Like thank God for bringing me someone when I stop looking like a freaking cliché movie. I took this guy at face value (I mean, we did just meet). So long story short, he went to another university and came into town a week later to take me out. Let me just tell you, this guy knew that he was going to end up with me on the first date. I was a little taken back. I mean naturally. I met his family the next day and that was it. I guess we were, what's that middle school phrase we use today that's not exclusive? "Talking." (By the way, whomever invented this phase of dating, I will find you.) It was like we were in between this "talking" thing and an engagement. What the heck? I know. Naturally, he becomes my best friend and we date exclusively, but not? I don't even know anymore. So fast forward to about nine months later and it happens. No, not an engagement. The total opposite.

I had went to his university to look at places to live and visit one of my high school friends. She informs me that this man went to formal with one of her pledge sisters...Um, what? OK. It gets better. So they have a class together, blah blah blah. She had spent the night over there, he was going to their date night that night, the list goes on.

I held it together but how could any girl's heart not sink into their stomach? I wasn't sure whether to cry, or scream, or hit something (probably him). So naturally, like any mildly psychotic girlfriend, I went to his place. It was a loud emotional conversation. I may or may have not had thrown things. How does one tell one woman they love them but lead another one on? Not sure, but I was over it.

I was fine until we hit traffic, I'm not sure if I was in shock up to that point or what but I just stared crying...uncontrollably. I was just beside myself. Where do I go from here? I feel like this is the question we all ask ourselves when something we think is real, comes to an end. Here are the steps that one should try to take in getting her heart back together:

1. Block his number.

You know that whole "we can be friends one day" crap? No. Try in six months, bro. We are no longer friends. Don't call me. Don't text me. In fact, Don't even think of me. This gives you a sense of control in a situation where you had no control. It wasn't you. It was the d-bag that decided to ruin everything.

2. Run.

Do something! Work out in some sort of way. I started running every morning. It not only gets yourself out of your own head, you're getting hotter. That's what he doesn't want. Then again, this puts you in control again. Working out has been proven to elevate your mood and release endorphins (those feel good chemicals in your brain).

3. Smile.

I know this sounds so disgusting because your heart is literally on the floor, but when you make yourself smile, your brain will start to believe it. You are in control of your emotions. This dude is not worth anymore of them. Smile because you deserve to.

4. Dance it out.

Anyone who has seen "Grey's Anatomy" knows how to dance it out. Meredith dances it out anytime a patient dies or something bad happens. It's your turn. Turn up some Beyoncé and shake it off my friend. You will feel better.

5. Start writing.

Of course, it's easy for me to say as I am a writer. But no one is going to read your personal journal. Make it a point to write down your thoughts and emotions on a daily basis. One day you can look back and see all of the progress you made. It also helps you get all of your thoughts out onto paper.

6. Put yourself out there.

I'm not saying start a Bumble or Tinder account. Although, I would certainly not judge you. I'm not saying put yourself out there in a sexual way either. But just talk to guys! If you meet a guy somewhere, get his number! Why not?! You may not be looking for anything serious but nine times out of 10, either is the guy! Go to dinner, go out and have a good time. Let a guy tell you that you're pretty and say in your head, "I know."

7. Wear some makeup.

For the love of all that is holy, after about a day or two of crying--get yourself together, my friend. Look as though you are back in your prime. Pull out your inner Kylie Jenner. Cake your face up if you need to. Whatever makes you feel pretty. Look at yourself in the mirror and say, "Wow. I look so good." Trust me, single looks fabulous on you.

8. Study.

Sounds gross, I know. But honestly taking control of your future, especially your academic future is a virtue. You have control over that. Don't ever let a guy offset your academic or career goals. Get your butt back into the library and bring those grades up. You are not only beautiful, but you are intelligent as well, and when the right guy does come along, he will appreciate that quality of your.

9. Take it day by day.

There is no exact handbook or potion to make this process any easier or make it go away completely. But you know what? None of us are guaranteed tomorrow so why not take it day by day. One day you're going to wake up and realize, you feel fine, that you're making an active decision not to cry to day, and that it's going to be a good day. Hell, even an amazing day.

There is no length in time that this is guaranteed to start working but let me tell you from one broken heart to another... No man is worth all of that. It is so easy for others to tell you that they know what you're going through. I promise though, almost every woman has been there. Like I said before, we are young, we are hot, and we are too good to be wasting anymore tears on anyone. Before you know it, you'll be back to yourself and you'll realize that the stupid saying, "everything happens for a reason," is true. Because with this broken heart, God will have taught you to love yourself again, or more than ever.

And when that happens, when you love yourself and you're OK being with just you, that is when the right man will come along. Trust me on this one. You are loved. You are beautiful. You are a woman who deserves the world. Love all of you ladies.

Sincerely,

A former broken-hearted female who has discovered that all male individuals suck and that we're better