A year ago, I was still not over an ex. I was so caught up in the desire for everything to go back to the way it was that it was all I'd ever think about. Of course, depression soon became to grow on this unattainable desire. At the time, I didn't realize how critically it was ruining my life. At the end of it all, I basically learned that it's okay to let go of things if it's not worth it. (It wasn't worth it for a numerous amount of reasons I couldn't see at the time.)(Edited 46 seconds later.)
Nothing.