I had dinner last night with a good friend, and the talk eventually came around to relationships. And we came to one conclusion: the notion of moving on/getting over it is bullshit. Utter bullshit. Unless you become a robot, which doesn’t sound like much fun.
The memories of your relationships and encounters will always be inside you. Always. And you can bet they’ll bubble up when you least expect them to. Coming to terms with them is another matter. But you human–of flesh and blood are made, as the song goes–and you will find yourself thinking about people and situations, good and bad.
So just get over it.