You don´t ever really let go, though. You don´t stop. You don´t stop hurting, you don´t stop loving. It doesn´t go away - you just keep living, and eventually shit gets pushed into the background of your life so it´s not consuming you every day. And then one day, you know you are okay. It still hurts, you still miss that person. And yeah, you forget the details. The way that person smelled, the way she or he tasted, how that person skin felt, the sound of voice. It is almost like a different life, a different person. But on a day-to-day level, you know you are okay.Sort of.