I suppose it's true - you will continue to miss someone until one day you just don't.  One day, you just forget that you haven't thought about them in the past 24 hours.  There's no itch, just a small scar.

Apparently he's found someone else.  I've been waiting for this "moment" since the moment we walked away.  And now that it's happened... it's okay, it really is.  I'm okay, in a way that I wouldn't have expected.  In the "I don't need to repeat it to myself like a mantra" okay.  It's time.