| and having my heart broke, I was in a similar position about a year ago. For the first few days, my mind was fixated with thoughts of what I could have done differently, and why did we have to end it, and the fights we had. Some days I felt so terrible I refused to get out of bed. On the days that I met with friends, my mind would be distracted until they were gone, and then I would remember what had happened and pity myself. I gradually started to forget about her, and what had happened. Each day, I would forget a little more, and be reminded less that she was no longer part of my life. I would be lost in a daze of a cherished memory, followed by a more painful one, but the memories weren't nearly as powerful as at first. Gradually, I just forgot about her except for a handful of memories. Maybe you're looking for pity, or empathy, or console. Or perhaps a distraction, or just something familiar.
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