Friend : Why can't you forget about him? He's long gone.
Me : I can't forget him because he is a part of who I was and if I let go of him, a part of who I am will be gone too.
Friend : Then change into another you.
Me : I don't want to look in the mirror one morning and not recognize the person looking back at me.
Friend : Then you will stay unhappy.
Me : A part of me will be. But that doesn't mean live won't continue. I'll take it one day at a time. All things become memories eventually.
Friend : Yeah. Says the woman in a rut.