You mean he cuts off all communication with me? Because we have officially not been a thing for over a year and a half now.
If that happens, wherein he decides I will not be part of his life in the slightest, I will probably cry ugly tears for a few weeks. Lose my apetite. Feel nauseous. Cry some more. Get pretty. Fuck bitches, get money. Be over it.
That is my process.
I assume anyway. I’ve never had a real heartbreak before.
Gillian Jacobs photographed by Ari Michelson for Sharp Magazine, June 2013