So I thought I was doing well. I thought I was getting over it. But then, one mention of a member of his family, and my heart breaks at the memory of what I've lost. My brow tightens, tears spring to my eyes, my chest physically hurts. I realize now that saying good-bye to him also means saying good-bye to his family, a group of people that I've come to think of as my family. And I miss them all, terribly.
I don't have any regrets. I know that this has been the right thing to do. . . I just wish I didn't have to do it this way. I wish I had the strength to withstand this pain and go back to the way things were. But I also know that if I did, I'd fall in love all over again and have my heart broken again. . . and I seriously don't think I would survive.

