How to kill a romatic

Her heart hammered in her chest at an erratic rate. Her hand muffled the sighs that accompanied he violent tears cascading from her tear-rimmed eyes. She dare not wake the others in the house. It had been over for months, yet she had clung on to it. She had been the one to walk away from the seemingly blissful life that lay ahead of them. She had a knack of blowing up her world every time life would start settling down and looking positive. After four months, it dawned upon her that she really could not do without him. Her life was empty and pointless, or so it seemed now. She didn't call him back into her life as a lover. The poor man remained in touch as a friend. But, she loved him despite their differences. Four more months went by and she asked him if he loved her and would have her back. But, he had forcibly buried his love of four years in the past months of torture. She was such a fool. Why had she imagined that it would be easy to just run out of somebody's life and come waltzing back in as she pleased. That magical stuff works out only in movies or the M&Bs. She had turned him into a different person with different priorities. She got a taste of her own poison. She wrote him endless e-mails with their old pictures smiling at him, sent him texts that ranged from downright anger to bottomless affection, tried to call and talk to him, but he had become someone else, a total stranger. And, here she was now, shedding rivulets of regret on the past actions that could not be mended. Nothing she said would bring him back. She was angry despite herself, at herself.She closed her tired eyes and leaned against the wall, mentally flagellating herself as she would continue to for months ahead. She saw herself get up and don her workout clothes. She had her boxing gloves on as she approached the solitary boxing bad. She kicked and punched, stabbing the bag with upper cuts, jabs and repeated kicks. She went on and on, determined to beat out that notion of fuzzy, romantic love to bit and pieces. She would never again watch rom-coms, or reading all those silly romantic books she had taken a fancy to, and absolutely no love songs or break up songs. She needed a new hobby. She couldn't wait to get back to work. She had to wring each and every drop of love from her soul. That was the only way to survive. Her foggy brain drifted to sleep as she struggled to stave off strains of Air Supply accosting her in her dreams..I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you...