Time Heals All Wounds

They say time heals all wounds, but they never really specify how much time.  One week ago today, I lost the love of my life.  Now, that may not seem like a long amount of time, but in broken heart terms, its been an endless amount of time with no light at the end of the tunnel.  In fact, with each passing day, it seems to only get worse.  At first, I figured we'd work it out, fix things, hold on like we always manage to do, but this was different.  As each day ticks by, I lose more and more hope.  When I have run out of all hope, I dont really know what happens then.  I think I'll be destroyed.  Ive been clinging to small, minute signs that maybe it'll all work out in the end, but maybe its foolish for me to do that.  Maybe itll hurt more later because I build myself up so high, only to be knocked back down again.  He tells me I'll gain some things back slowly, and I guess I have earned back few things, but still he seems so distant, cold even.  I dont know which is worse, clinging to the parts of him I still do have, or letting it all go, mourning my losses and moving on.  Moving on...I say that like its that easy to do.  Just move on.  Everyone I know says to do that but they never really give instructions how.  How do I just cut off someone I thought about every hour of every day for 2 1/2 years?  How do I just stop talking to them, when I still think of them.  I never wanted to fall in love, I dont regret it for a moment, but I knew Id get hurt eventually.  It was so hard to talk about how I felt at first, I had a big wall up, that got chipped away brick by brick until there was nothing left but my vulnerable heart.  For awhile, my heart was never fuller, but I guess thats the cost of feeling the joy of being in love, feeling the pain as you fall out of it.  Well, I wont fall out of it, thats even worse, because as they move on, I'll be stuck, holding on.