In all honesty, just time. Time spent alone thinking, time spent with friends, time invested in a hobby, work, or school. If there is one thing that is most important to learn is that life moves on. In the end, I only ended up hurting myself more by not allowing myself to realize that; time spent wishing I had her back, time spent feeling bad for myself, or anything else, was just wasted time after a certain point.

Instead of wishing I have them back, I just don't exactly care much anymore because the time has passed. You begin to realize that living without them doesn't really mean much for you other than that one specific person isn't there. I realized that the feelings of one person shouldn't decide my fate; my life wasn't designed to be lived with that person.

Even for the first 6 months after the breakup I still felt empty inside, it just takes a long time to move forward. Biggest thing that helped me move forward was just making myself do the daily routine, forcing myself to interact in the world, to keep up with my hobbies and everything. At first it feels like fucking hell, because you used to do all of that in a time when you had that person beside you. But after awhile, the daily routine becomes normal without them. You think of them less, and day after day you move forward, because you have to. Your life's value isn't determined by someone else, right?

In the end it all comes down to time, because time allows you to adjust. You will be happy again, you will.