I guess I try hard to be strong. In my head, I know that everything happens for a reason, and things ended for a reason, and I'm better off without him. But in my heart, I miss him, and the times we had, and I think about him all the time, and talk about our memories. I guess I'm lying to myself by saying I'm over him and what we had.
Drew a version of this a while ago for my psychology teacher to hang in his classroom. The way people so often misinterpret legitimate mental disorders is probably one of my biggest pet peeves.
Change can be hard but certainly worth the relationship.