I gradually adjust to being with him instead of the other...

The other in which I embrace the memories of the feeling
   of belonging,
   of forever,
   of "I am happy.",
   of "This is it".
The other in which I embrace the memories of believing that
   he will be the only one who ever loves me,
   I will be nothing without him,
   I'll never be okay if I leave him,
   I don't deserve anything more.

The other in which for the past five years I looked at the reflection of US instead of the reflection of ME.