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Movie clichés dictate that a breakup should be succeeded by a sanctimonious Tearing-of-the-Photos party with one’s closest bosom buddies, which miraculously expedites the healing process and usually precedes a wild night on the town with said girlfriends.

However, even considering the fact that it’s months down the road and as the initiator I am far from a woman scorned, something about clicking the “Crop” button doesn’t have the same cleansing effect. Maybe it’s just missing the dramatic flair.

It got me thinking: Is it possible that breaking someone’s heart can end up breaking yours?