I Hope He Hasn't Forgotten Me

It still hurts so much. And I can't get that place or my old boss out of my head. I'm obsessed. There's nothing I can do to fix it and I don't know how to remedy myself except the slow process of working the twelve steps. Every other thought is a memory or a wish-it-were fantasy. I wish we could just happen to run into each other one day. I wish if we were to, I were in a better spot that I wouldn't start crying immediately.
It's been over a year. It's exhausting.