Five months of a relationship down the drain. Two weeks of arguing back and forth. One night of me crying hysterically. Infinite days of personal happiness and self-love.

My breakup taught me that I need to love myself before I try to love anyone else. The morning after it happened, I looked at myself in the mirror and thought, "Well, kid, what do you do now?" I realized that it was just me against the world now. I was so caught up in loving someone else that I had completely forgotten how to love myself.

My breakup taught me that my friends really do need to come first. My best friend picked me up that night, five or so of my closest friends texted me to see if I needed anything, and since that day, all of my friends have rallied around me to make sure that I am as happy as possible. These people are here for me more than anyone will ever be.

My breakup taught me to never say no to alone time. I have enjoyed so much time sitting on my bed scrolling through my phone, working out an extra hour at the gym, etc. Back when I was caught up on him, I spent every waking moment texting him, worrying about him and hanging out with him.

My breakup taught me that he wasn't my everything. Sure, he was a huge deal for those five months that we were together. I always imagined that if we broke up, I would disintegrate into a pile of ash, never to be seen again. That didn't happen. Life has gone on just as it would've if we were together. The only difference now is that I am focusing more on being a better version of myself and building stronger friendships.

My breakup taught me that life isn't all about relationships. He and I met at what seemed like the perfect time. We had a great few months, and then the spark was gone. It was great while it lasted, but it wasn't meant to be great forever.