Time does not bring relief; you all have lied.
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year's bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go, -- so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his boot or shone his face I say,
"There is no memory of him here!"
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.

It really is the end now. Moving on without him, and he doesn't even know it.

However, I have the feeling that I can be happy with someone else, if I choose to be. I don't want to be in a relationship with anyone at the moment, but feel that in a year or so, the time might be right.

And it helps that other people have been through this before me. It IS survivable, no matter how I might think otherwise. Not that many people are stupid enough to let this happen twice, and damned if I'm going to let it happen a third time.

It's over, he's gone and he's not coming back.

And I don't want him back.

Progress!!