When Charles Dickens wrote: "it was the best of times, it was the worst of times" — I believe he must have been having an affair with his married ex-boyfriend.
And finally, the most important break up rule: no matter who broke your heart, or how long it takes to heal, you’ll never go through it without your friends.
There is a time of year in New York when, even before the first leaf falls, you can feel the seasons click. The air is crisp, the summer is gone. And for the first night in a long time, you need a blanket on your bed.
After a break-up, certain streets, locations, even times of day are off-limits. The city becomes a deserted battlefield loaded with emotional land mines. You have to be very careful where you step or you could be blown to pieces.