The past doesn't go away. It keeps calling to us from 
the woods, and at vulnerable moments, at twilight on a 
fall day with a Chopin étude playing, it can be almost 
overwhelming. Those old voices weeping and whispering. 
I have my ghosts and you have yours. Tell me about it. 
Meanwhile, the day passes, we eat dinner, we put the dishes 
in the dishwasher, we clean up the kitchen, we pick up a 
book, life goes on. I believe that 

          All of the lovers and the love they made -- 
          Nothing that was between them was a mistake. 
          All that we did for love's sake 
          Was not wasted and will never fade. 

A friend of mine told me a few weeks ago: "You can't regret 
all of the things you went through in order to get to the 
happiness where you are now." The old love prepared you for 
this new one. The tortured and exhausting 10 years with him 
is a crucial part of your education and can't be separated 
from the rest and burned. It's quite reasonable to still 
miss him after only two years. You're not imprinted with him, 
though, and you know that. You've moved on. You're only 
enjoying a little sweet sadness. What would an autumn night 
be like without it? What an inhuman life a person must lead 
to never experience such feelings. 
--Mr. Blue