My body is healthy, my pulse is good, but my heart is broken. My eyes are swollen shut, my hair is a mess, but it doesn't matter. I am in my bed where no one can see me. I am safe from people asking how I am doing. I am safe of having to pretend to be okay when I am not. After all, why would I be okay? I caught my boyfriend of one year cheating on me with a girl whom I thought was my best friend.