You don't even really let go, thought. You don't stop. You don't stop hurting, you don't stop loving, it doesn't go away, you just keep living and eventually things get pushed into the background of your life so it's not consuming you everyday. And then one day you don't know your okay. It still hurts, you still him. And yeah, you forget the details, the way he smelled, the way he tasted, how his skin felt and the sound of his voice. It's almost like a different life, a different person that loved him, was with him. But on a day to day level, you know you're okay. Sort of.