doing fairly well

I am staying busy, even if I'm alone.  The man crosses my mind now and then, but the pain and anxiety passes quickly.  I still feel like I'm obsessing when he does though.  Even now just writing about thinking about him occasionally makes me feel like I'm obsessing.  Anyway, I'm doing things that I enjoy and that make me feel good.  
I'll never understand why he couldn't love me, but I guess that's not meant for me to know any more than he was meant for me.  I guess we all have those people somewhere in our lives.  It has happened to me before, and I got over it.  I will again.