I've sat with so many people who feel it in their bones, just like you do. The hollowed-out feeling in your chest, the ache that has nothing to do with muscles and everything to do with a shattered connection. It’s the phantom limb of a love that was once there, and now…isn’t. You wake up and for a split second, you forget. Then the weight of it crashes down on you again. It’s not just a thought. It’s a physical presence. A heaviness. A sickness in the pit of your stomach. Your friends, bless their hearts, tell you to “get over it.” They say, “time heals all wounds.” They tell you to go to the gym, to get a new haircut, to download the apps. And maybe you do all of it. You swipe until your thumb is numb, you sweat it out on the elliptical, you get the damn haircut. But the ache is still there, a loyal dog at your heels, reminding you of what you lost. Let’s get one thing straight. This isn’t about a broken heart. That’s too clean, too Hallmark. This is a full-body demolition. A nervous system that’s been hijacked. In my years of