Move on. Get over it. Bounce back. Call it quits.
You know what? I think I'm done with love. Love is an evil bastard.
You win I, I cede this ground to you. It's yours and I no longer care.
“When someone leaves you, apart from missing them, apart from the fact that the whole little world you've created together collapses, and that everything you see or do reminds you of them, the worst is the thought that they tried you out and, in the end, the whole sum of parts adds up to you got stamped REJECT by the one you love.”