If you break something, consider it yours...

I saw this written in a store while wandering through a mall in Kolkata: **'If you break something, consider it yours.'** It hit me hard—took me right back to last Valentine’s week, when she shattered me into pieces. And standing there, reading those words, I couldn’t help but think... *Am I still hers?* Because she broke me apart, but somehow, I’m the one still holding on. Tell me—how do I reclaim myself from someone who never looked back?