I've had my heart broken a few times, but only once by a boy. The other times my heart has been broken is when I have wished for something so much but for whatever reason it didn't work out.
I know it sounds kinda weird that a situation could break my heart. But it's the only way I can think to describe the emotion and despair I felt at those times.
But healing a broken heart is the same no matter who or what caused it.
Lots of tears, throwing oneself into various activities, some alcohol, some ice cream and time.
Time's the worst part. Because there is no rushing it. You move on when you move on.
And until that time when you can reflect without crying, you must feel the acute pain with every breath.